February 6th, 2024:
Actually literally might be the worst book I'll read all year. This was so bad it's actually disrespectful. Disrespectful to me for being a waste of my time, but even worse it's disrespectful to its own characters.
First, it doesn't bother to give them traits or development; instead, it hangs a sign that says "Desperate Wannabe" over each of their heads and deems that enough. I recognized right away that they were set up to be cannon fodder and nothing more. A washed-up actress, a washed-up comedian, a D-list celebrity chef, and a D-list celebrity priest(??), plus the bickering cohosts of a shitty, failing reality show for which none of these people feel anything but unilateral contempt. It's so mean-spirited and loveless. This doesn't even seem like it was fun to write; it certainly was never fun to read.
Second, and even weirder, it treats the 4 contestant characters as an emotional monolith. It's so bizarre; all 4 have the same feelings & beliefs at once, but those beliefs keep changing. They each go on about how they don't believe in ghosts, but next thing you know they're all worried the ghosts might "get" them. All four. They get scared as a unit; they get angry at the producers as a unit; they get suspicious as a unit; they become credulous as a unit. WHY! Why even have 4 characters if they're so interchangeable?
Despite having no personalities and all apparently being the same person, the characters are introduced again and again and again, for some reason. When they all meet at the beginning, it's made very clear in a normal organic way who they all are, what their occupation is, how their career is going (not great), and why they're here (see previous). But then they all talk about those things again. And they make references to their jobs constantly--the comedian & the actress in particular won't shut up about being onstage!!!! They talk openly about how much the show sucks but that they need the money & exposure. Then they all sit in a circle and tell each other why they're there. Then, about a page later, the producer throws their declining careers and their reasons for signing up into their faces and they all act shy & awkward about it like it was dirty laundry nobody knew. You just told them! It's not dirty laundry, it's clean and it's already on the clothesline!! It never lets up. That god damn actress was still saying "I'm an actress, darling" til the very last chapter. Just in case you forgot. You know, the only thing there is to know about this character. Is that she's an actress. Did you forget she's an actress?
Speaking of saying "darling," that's her only other identifiable characteristic. She says "darling" or occasionally "dear" in every line of dialogue. (Again, to remind you that she's an aging actress. In case you forgot.) But lo and behold, 3/4 of the way through the book, another character starts calling everyone "darling" out of the blue. Not as a jab to the actress (remember? She's an actress), she just starts saying it, and not just once either. The first time it happened, I thought I had read it wrong and had to restart the paragraph a couple times just to make sure. But nope, that vocal tic is just contagious I guess because they both keep it through the rest of the book. Cause these characters had sooooo many traits it must have been so hard to keep them all straight. 🙄
The ending was the only part that wasn't absolutely terrible but it was far, far too late to save it. I have nothing but disdain for this book that has nothing but disdain for itself. Pitiful and joyless.
1/10
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