This book is one screwed up piece of fiction.
I was repulsed through the whole thing, and it is just plain messed up.
I liked the beginning, when they aren't talking about killing people and doing drugs (sounds just SO fun, right?)but as the story went on, I got more and more sickened by this author.
Flan's victim (by the way, what kind of name is Flannery? I prefer Michael Jackson's 'Blanket' to that. the other one sounds like a dessert) sounds like an alright guy, until the night of the party gone really freakin' bad.
Natasha and Flan are both pretty darn strange in the first place. The whole 'basic eight' group DO think they are better than everyone else. Just because someone messes with you, and hurts you, doesn't mean you kill them. Then YOU are the one at fault.
The ending chapters just plain grossed me out.
Come on. You kill a guy, forget you did it, and then your friends have to cover for you and put him in the back of a car in the school parking lot?!
what the hell?
it reminds me of this quote.
"If you're that obsessed with someone, why would you kill her?
Humans are full of contradictions."
— Ai Yazawa
except, it's a guy.
she knew next to nothing about Adam.
and she loved him soooo much.
so when she figured out that he was a prick, she beats him to death with a mallet.
Really? Is that what you are supposed to do in those situations?
and Baker's Rule? Do something?
that applies to life, in the rational thinking way. Not murder. whatever. I'm so over this book.
The flashes to the future just didn't make sense, either.
none of it was really funny, and the fact that Lemony Snicket wrote this, is depressing.