- you enjoy creepy psychological thrillers
- you’re looking for a quickie
- you enjoy journalistic writing
- psychological breakdowns bother you
- you scare easily and feel like having a restful night
- you absolutely can’t stand gore
I snapped this book up on a whim from a display in the YA section of my local library. It was just sitting there, all short and tempting, and before I knew what was happening, it had made it home with me. Due to large margins and type, it was even shorter than I expected, which let me read it all in a single sitting. Without even a bathroom break to interrupt me. Like a nice little book shot.
It wasn’t mere brain candy, though. I thought it would be, which was why I grabbed it — to relax in the midst of some of the heavier nonfiction I’ve been slowly chewing through. It’s not complicated or anything, but it’s not relaxing either. It made me uncomfortable and scared, sitting there in my little nest of blankets. The main character’s mental breakdowns, the graphic descriptions of self-inflicted body horror, and breakneck pace of events made my heart pound in a way that I don’t tend to expect when picking up a YA novel.