Author: Riley Sager
Genre: Thriller, Mystery
Ten years ago, college student Quincy Carpenter went on vacation with five friends and came back alone, the only survivor of a horror movie–scale massacre. In an instant, she became a member of a club no one wants to belong to—a group of similar survivors known in the press as the Final Girls. Lisa, who lost nine sorority sisters to a college dropout’s knife; Sam, who went up against the Sack Man during her shift at the Nightlight Inn; and now Quincy, who ran bleeding through the woods to escape Pine Cottage and the man she refers to only as Him. The three girls are all attempting to put their nightmares behind them, and, with that, one another. Despite the media’s attempts, they never meet.
Now, Quincy is doing well—maybe even great, thanks to her Xanax prescription. She has a caring almost-fiancé, Jeff; a popular baking blog; a beautiful apartment; and a therapeutic presence in Coop, the police officer who saved her life all those years ago. Her memory won’t even allow her to recall the events of that night; the past is in the past.That is, until Lisa, the first Final Girl, is found dead in her bathtub, wrists slit, and Sam, the second, appears on Quincy’s doorstep. Blowing through Quincy’s life like a whirlwind.
Before I get into the nitty-gritty bits, let me start by saying how much I wanted to love this book. The hype was so much that I blew off my TBR plan to read this! 🤦♀️ 🤦♀️ and I’ll never get those two days back, two days that could’ve been spent reading my ACTUAL planned books.
Right, so, a Mystery? Thriller? I highly beg to differ. If a book is advertised as a suspenseful thrill-ride – I expect to read a suspenseful thrill-ride of a book!
And as stated above, I think my exceedingly high expectations are as much to blame as the content – which was clumsy and terribly written with little use for subtlety. NOTHING made sense.
- The narrator: Now, I’ve read a few books and I’ve come across my fair share of narrators / lead characters who’d infuriated me to the point of screaming. And let me tell you, none could ever compare to Quincy, our narrator here. I don’t think I’ve ever hated a character as much as I hate her (I really don’t like using that word but I couldn’t find any that could mildly describe my feelings). She was the most unrealistic and unlikeable character I’d ever read about. She came off snobbish, arrogant, self-important (especially in the first two-thirds of the book) and downright unbelievable. She’s self-contradicting and makes one terrible decision after another then whines about the outcome. I could not relate to her in any way shape or form nor could I even feel any sympathy for her whatsoever. If the goal was to make her seem, in a way, emotionally unstable or contradictory given what she went through, the deliberation was chaotic.
- The plot: Forget that the story was utterly derivative and mind-numbingly predictable since we’ve seen it in films and books countless times. But wow was it SLOW! In the first 90% of the book nothing happens. NOTHING. Be it in the present time or 10 years ago in the cabin, where we get flashbacks of the events that went down. There was just nothing! And when something did happen, none of it made sense. I was hoping that the ending would knock it out of the park to make up for the complete let down that was the book but nope! Not at all. It was just an attempt at a twist that you could see coming from miles away.
….I hope that wasn’t too harsh. I really did try to be civil.