|This is probably the cringiest book I’ve read all year. I picked this up due to a glowing mention on Sarah Enni’s First Draft podcast, but man, this did not live up to expectations. The book promises horror, but the first half of the book is extremely lacking in this department, choosing to focus instead on the MC’s romance. Is this why the cover is pink, perhaps? A promise of horror, with a love story nobody wants tangled within?
Here are the main things I struggled with in the book:
Let me expand on that last point about throwaway details. For context, Chapter Eleven is from the POV of one of the killer’s soon-to-be victims–a gamer nerd called Rodrigo. The details in this chapter are outright lazy. OF COURSE Rodrigo will pepper his internal monologue with random Spanish. (“If his sisters had heard it, they would have kicked him in the cojones.”) OF COURSE he’ll randomly have a thought about this company of all-female game developers, and how it’s so, so ridiculous that they’re getting crazy flack from the gaming community. (Internal monologue virtue signaling–gag me now.) OF COURSE he’s drinking a Mountain Dew competitor and eating pizza. OF COURSE he’s texting his friends about Linux distros and only anime a thirty-year-old author would have watched. Now NONE of these things would be bad on their own–it’s just that they are so liberally peppered throughout the short chapter that you’re just waiting for the next one. Detail supplants actual character development, leaving everything feeling hollow.
Perhaps you will like it… But I cannot in good faith recommend this book.