Color me shocked—I loved this book. And that’s saying something, because I was not a huge fan of the film. I gave the movie a solid “meh” three stars out of five, and it was my least favorite of the trilogy. The ending just felt… unearned? And I found myself so annoyed with Maxine for not working with the cops. Like girl, come on.
But then the book comes along and says, “Hey, what if we gave you internal monologue and actual character motivation?”
Seriously—this fleshes everything out in a way that made me way more sympathetic to Maxine. Her choices made sense. The lead-up to the ending didn’t feel sudden or jarring; it felt like a slow-burn spiral into exactly the place she was always going to end up.
Also, did I miss that Theda Bara callback in the movie?? Because in the book it was fantastic. The entire narrative was just so much richer—more tension, more grime, more heart. Even the detectives (who felt like disposable horror movie fodder in the film) got enough detail to make their deaths actually hit. In the movie it was like, “Oh no anyway,” and in the book it was like, “Wait… no… NOOO!”
If you watched the movie and walked away unsatisfied, give the book a try. It’s the same bloody mess—but with depth, nuance, and just a little more soul.