I read this book so long ago, but a conversation with a friend got me thinking about this book again, so I decided to do a reread.
Back when I read it, I remembered that parts of the book felt extraordinarily heavy so that I wanted to skim over parts of the book. Most of the book felt incomprehensible to me back then, and this time when I reread it, I realized that it read exactly like that to me now.
The problem, I found, was that the beginning of the book was filled with endless data dumping. The book itself is novel because of the subject matter and the horror aspect of the story, especially when writers like Christopher Pike and R.L.Stine were so popular, but for half of the book, it was mostly set up. The way it starts out is "My name is... I'm seventeen years old...I live..." which is exactly how most elementary school essays begin. It's hugely tedious and I'm surprised that no editor tried to get Duncan to rewrite it. Maybe none of that mattered, because this is supposedly one of her most popular books.
I will say that I hadn't forgotten the horror aspect of the story. Even decades later, I still recall that feeling of horror when Laurie floated out of her body and she couldn't go back because someone was already inside her body. Shudders. Everything exciting happens in the second part of the book, and it's a bit distressing how heavy the first part feels. I'm not even certain how the first part was supposed to read to make it better. Honestly, most books are the type that start out well and the end leaves you with the utmost feeling of mehness. It's very rare to find a book that shocks you to the core with its ending despite the blandness of the beginning.
One thing I do want to point out was the similarity of the romance aspect with Duncan's first book, Debutante Hill. Both of these books had the "bad boy" suddenly confessing to the main character completely out of the blue. Very Scooby-Doo-ish. If there had been more flashbacks of encounters between the two, I would have bought the feelings a bit more. As it was, I was awash with skepticism and the word OREALLY were probably flashing across my pupils. And while Debutante Hill dealt with that weird instacrush from the guy better (they ended up as friends and he said he wasn't giving up), here they supposedly got together and everything was wonderful.
Back in the day, I'll admit I was very giddy at these flashes of romance in books. They seemed tamer and much less...inflamed...than the YA books nowadays. And somehow that worked a lot better. I prefer it when the romance is a subplot, especially when the romance can be SO BADLY WRITTEN. Nowadays because the romance aspect is done with such a heavy hand I feel concussive after reading a YA novel, I'm much less giddy and rip it apart from all angles.
So I would say for this book: 1 star for execution, 5 stars for plot, 2 stars for the romance, 4 stars for the nostalgia for rereading and still getting shivers from this old, old book. A good 3 stars to balance it all out.