3 stars?? I guess??
Not as bad as book one, but not as good as book two.
I enjoyed the beginning of this, and I enjoyed John Cleaver’s development—the issue is that it comes at the expense of every important woman who loves him, pretty much. While I think the deaths that happened in this books were natural completions of the arc Dan Wells set up, this arc is a fridging arc where John Cleaver realizes he feels/has emotions/realizes he can love ONLY after the death of his mom and Marci. He literally says this—he admits to Marci’s dead body that he only knew he loved her after she was gone, even though he did love her without knowing how before. His mom’s sacrifice is meant to tug on the heartstrings and necessary for John’s preserved innocence, but with the indifference he’s treated her with thus far and the conflict and with the ending where John realizes he feels grief, it really seemed like the biggest role she had was making him feel. They died for his development, or continuing a plot wrapped around his development—either way this is like seeing fridging in action.
I also had issues with the portrayal of the girls’ insecurities, and how they were used in such a way that lacked so much depth and never said anything about the very real issue Dan Wells stole for this book. Then there’s that scene with Max which was nearly wholly unnecessary where John kind of stoops to Max’s level in talking about Marci yet again. But if you check my other reviews, writing women is a consistent issue for Dan Wells—at least from what I can tell.
I also had major issues with suicide’s place in this book. Even if you take into context that the suicides aren’t really suicide, this book is full of harmful information and beliefs about suicide that aren’t rectified by the reveal. John maintains an attitude that suicide is wasting a life he saved, and that is worse than people being murdered, as well as he thinks many other similar remarks. While this is in keeping with John’s character, this is a very common thought about suicide that people who don’t have Antisocial Personality Disorder believe and think is still okay to believe. And so its inclusion can’t escape contributing to stigma. Furthermore, there’s an idea that people who are suicidal—before they commit suicide, of course—are being dramatic, attention-seeking, etc. The girls who “commit suicide” have insecurities for one night and then do it, and even though they aren’t suicides, I still think this book plays with the idea that suicide is a selfish thing people do on a whim on a bad night for no real reason. Suicide is an epidemic with systemic causes and reasons people don’t get help, and by playing with harmful stereotypes about it, intentional or not, this book lightens that. There’s no real correction of these things; John is never like “oh, these didn’t seem like suicides anyway” for these reasons, and so even though they weren’t actually suicide, the misinformation about suicide is never actually dealt with in a good manner. The only thing John says is basically “oh good, I’m glad they weren’t suicides because that would’ve been harder for me to deal with because they don’t care.”
There’s other iffy things that came up—like the priest defending a pedophile—but I don’t wanna make this review all negative. I did enjoy reading this book, even though I called most of the stops. I enjoyed John’s development, and what the last scene means, if not for the cost of getting there. I don’t really like the Brooke thing at the end, pretty much at all. Basically this started good with some ugly things sprinkled throughout, but the ending went in a direction I didn’t love and, rather than fixing the problems I had, doubled down on them. I still stand by the second book being a great YA horror, but I didn’t love how this sequel went.