*My Roommate Is Trying to Kill Me* surprised me with how cleverly it balances romance, paranoia, and horror. What makes the story work so well is how it understands that attraction and suspicion often come from the same place: intense attention toward another person. Hakeem’s constant overanalyzing feels both hilarious and painfully believable, turning ordinary interactions into sources of tension and emotional chaos.

I also loved how the book treats horror as more than just aesthetic decoration. The genre influences shape the characters’ understanding of fear, desire, and intimacy in ways that feel thoughtful and intentional. Beneath all the humor and absurdity, there’s also a surprising amount of warmth and sincerity. The characters are messy, anxious, and irrational, but the story never mocks them for it, which gives the novel a lot more emotional depth than I expected. Funny, strange, and unexpectedly tender, this was such a memorable read.