I received a free e-ARC through NetGalley from the publishers at Vesuvian Books. Trigger warnings: death, violence, gore.
At Trask Hall, an elite high school on a secluded island, the competition can be murder. Students compete to be the best actors, singers, and writers in the school, and the senior showcase is a coveted opportunity to show off their talents to the rest of the world. But someone else is on the island with a sinister agenda, and as Layna’s friends begin to die one by one, she’s forced to question the story she’s been told about her past and her connection to a student who died decades ago in a theater fire.
I’m always pulled in by this premise even though it almost never goes well for me. I’m an avid lover of horror, and it’s clear that Hutson knows his scary movies. I could easily see this as a film (in fact, I practically have seen this film as the plot closely resembles Cry_Wolf), and there are frequent scenes of graphic gore, stalkers in creepy masks, and–of course–a villain who is near supernatural in his ability to be everywhere, know where everyone is, and never die. As YA murder/thrillers go, it’s better than The Cabin, about on par with The Assassin Game, and not quite as good as Pretty Dead Girls.
The biggest problem is that Hutson chooses some of the worst horror tropes to include in his novel. There’s a bad love triangle, characters who frequently run off on their own with a murderer on the loose, and a killer who’s constantly dropping his knife (but no one ever thinks to pick it up?). The worst part is that I don’t care about these characters at all, and I get the feeling that Hutson doesn’t either. They exist only to be killed off in gruesome and unrealistic ways, and while that can be entertaining, it’s better suited to film than fiction. Books, especially YA books, live and die (ha) by their characters, and there’s no depth or development for any of them. They’re cardboard cutouts of people who talk like an adult man thinks teenagers sound (but probably don’t, because who can even fit that much slang into a conversation).
The writing isn’t bad, but it borders on the pretentious at times, with a narrative voice that probably couldn’t hold any more disdain for the characters. There are some uncharitable descriptions of Alice as the “fat” one, because girls with good personalities obviously can’t be skinny or pretty. I was interested by the premise of characters dying due to superstitions–open umbrellas, broken mirrors, the number thirteen–but it doesn’t feature near enough in the story, and the aspects of it are more incidental than anything. There’s no indication that the killer planned to have an umbrella open inside or that he purposely got a character to walk under a ladder.
Like many horror/thrillers, there’s no opportunity to guess the killer because everyone has a motive. It takes the punch out of the reveal, and the ending is badly predictable for anyone who’s ever seen a single slasher film. It’s fun escapism if you happen to like graphic murder scenes (I do), but it’s rarely more than that. Fans of scary movies (and possibly ones who aren’t so fond of reading) should enjoy it.
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