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336 pages, Hardcover
First published February 5, 2013

”We have a bit of a situation, being that my daughter killed a boy-specifically her boyfriend- in our kitchen, and people are really none too pleased about that here, you see.”This book was a CHORE to get through. I normally love books with unreliable narrators and mysteries you shouldn’t be able to figure out until the very end. What I DON’T love in mystery books, however, is when the author feels the need to drag it on… and on… and on… and on. I think the author even forgot she was writing this book and just kept writing until her editor told her she had to stop. I agree with what a lot of other viewers say when they said that this book had a promising premise, but absolutely horrible execution. It started our OK enough, but then it went downhill about as quickly as a landslide. And that one event that happened towards the ending had me yelling in rage (sorry, to all the neighborhood cats and dogs I scared while in the moment. I can’t help it that the book had a stupid moment. You can send your therapy bills to the author).
”’Sometimes, I think I can feel him,’ I said. ‘ Hear him, even. I mean, I do.I do feel him. I do hear him. Like he’s right here…’”Mallory Murphy finds herself in perhaps the stickiest situation ever after she killed her boyfriend in self-defense and no one believes her. She’s then shipped off to the stereotypical YA boarding school full of mean girls and creeps to get away from her town populated by mean girls and creeps (she and Colleen are the only normal people in her town, apparently). Right away, the reader can sense that something’s not quite right with good ole’ Mallory, even though she says everything’s fine. You never know if the horrible things that are happening to her are at the hands of someone else or herself.
”And that was just like Colleen. She didn’t send cryptic messages, saying anything but what she meant. If she loved you she said I love you. I she hated you she said I hate you. She said what she meant. And she did what she wanted.”If there was one character I could honestly say I liked, it was Colleen. The best buddy who will do absolutely anything for you no questions asked. She tells it like it is, talks the talk and walks the walk. Basically, you’ll want to be her best friend by the end of it, and wonder why on earth she doesn’t use more of her fabulous advice on er bestie. I mean, seriously….
”Because it was here.In the beginning, I thought the prose was brilliant. Not because it was anything original or new, but the way it flowed across the page and how easy it was to read… at first. As you can probably guess by the said review, this went downhill quickly. Over time the prose became dull and repetitive.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
My whole head throbbed with it.
The beating of his hideous heart.”
”I didn’t know Brian at first. First, there was Dylan. My lab partner in chemistry, and something else, something lingering under the surface, waiting to bubble over.”Oh, of course, we have the good brother and the bad brother, fighting over the same special snowflake. I can totally envision this going well. Dylan is the supposed sweet, golden boy who is lab partners with Mallory in chemistry (cause they have PERFECT CHEMISTRY together, get it? I’m hilarious, I know). If only he didn’t have a girlfriend, everything would be great. Except he does. Which leads to Mallory making the moves on Brian, Dylan’s older brother.
”I liked Brian. I liked Brian in the way that girls like boys when they see them surfing. And the way girls like boys slinging their arms over them in front of their friends. And I liked the way he reminded me of Dylan, only he was Dylan times two. More outspoken, easier to read. And best of all, he didn’t already have a girlfriend.”Brian, the badass who gets drunk and is bad news from the get go. But unlike his little bro, he doesn’t have a girlfriend, so that makes it totally cool. Except for the fact that Dylan quickly becomes jealous that Brian is now dating her perfect chemistry partner. DUDE, YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND. YOU CAN’T HAVE BOTH. You’re already on my bad side, and you’re making it worse.