I was SO excited about this book. Like, seriously excited. I love Katie Alender, she is just the sweetest and I loved the Bad Girls Don't Die series so much, I was just sure there was no way a book with the name of Marie Antoinette, Serial Killer could be bad. I mean, it's Paris and murder and revolution and powdered wigs, right?
Well, I was wrong.
It was pretty awful. By the way, this review will have high levels of spoilers and rage fits.
So, the concept is alright, girl goes on a trip to Paris and finds out her family was part of this secret society that betrayed Marie Antoinette and now her ghost wants to kill everyone.
Yeah, cool. If it didn't feel like it was written by a thirteen year old.
Let's start with the main character. The girl you are supposed to LIKE and RELATE to. She is a whiny, shallow, no-personality little teenager. If she's supposed to be so smart and all that, why the HELL does she spend every waking hour wondering if her "best friends" are gonna like the way she dresses, talks and acts? That is MAJOR turn off for a protagonist. Also, how DUMB is she? For the love of God, I knew what was going on in the first 20 pages of the book and this girl took the whooole thing to put the easiest pieces together. "Oh look, it's a chick in a powdered wig wearing the exact symbol I'm wearing. I wonder if that meeeans anything". JESUS CHRIST
Now, I don't know what kind of high school experience Katie Alender had, but unless she ACTUALLY went to school with Regina George, where the hell did her inspiration for Hannah came from? This is a girl who LITERALLY is evil. Like, a poorly written villain, you know? She is just nasty because she is nasty. And she's like MOVIE-CLICHÉ nasty, with lines like "oh my god, do you seriously think being poor is fun? You better watch it, I'm gonna ruin your social life". JESUS CHRIST AGAIN. The whole book is impossible to believe because every dialogue feels like it was pulled from a 90's educational teen sitcom.
Also, this book doesn't feel like it's set in Paris. It feels like it's set on what a romantic american teenager would like Paris looks like. It's all cafés and fancy people and cobbled streets and everything is so FRENCH and awesome. Has the author ever even SEEN France or just postcards of it.
The entire book SCREAMS life lesson. It's all about teaching little girls to be themselves and not mind what everybody thinks. if you want your book to convey a message, hey, that's cool with me. Just do it with a little more subtlety. Colette spends the whole book being shushed by Hannah and then it's like "You know what, Hannah? You are mean and I hate you and I will never do what you tell me again". (I'm not even kidding, she pretty much says these words.
As for the male interest. How about keeping us a little ON EDGE, miss Alender? There are two boys, one who is a TEXTBOOK DOUCHE just like Hannah, saying stuff like "I don't care if I don't marry someone I love as long as she is beautiful and has pure blood - (insert evil laugh here). Holy shit, REALLY???
And then there is the most STEREOTYPICAL FRENCH DUDE EVER. He's aloof, he's kinda handsome but not movie star handsome, HE'S A FUCKING TOUR GUIDE, he knows all about Paris, his family owns a little restaurant where they all eat and live and just are french the whole time. And for the piece de resistance, THIS IS A FRENCH DUDE, FROM PARIS, WHOSE FAVORITE SPOT OF THE CITY IS THE EIFFEL TOWER AT NIGHT. Way to be romantic, my friend. Did you have to elbow forty tourists in the face to get the "private moment" of your first kiss? I bet you diiid. Lover boy.
The whole thing feels like an excuse to have a teenage girl go to Paris for a week with her nasty friends. If that's the book you want to write, be honest, write THAT book. Don't cover it up with the French revolution and ghosts and spirits. Write a freaking book about knowing yourself better and not letting peer pressure define who you are and about shopping and traveling. There's no shame in that.
And then, ladies of gentlemen, because there is so much wrong with this book I cannot even keep talking about it, the ENDING. THIS FREAKING GHOST, THIS SUPER-FUELED-ON-HATRED-FRENCH-QUEEN who BEHEADED a bunch of people saves Colette for last (of course) because she is from the family of the girl who was the Queen closest friend and who betrayed her. All right, I can live with that GIANT cliché that we saw coming from a mile away. BUT I cannot deal with, after everything this evil spirit has done, LITERALLY, I SWEAR TO GOD, all it takes for the ghost to give up its bloodthirsty quest for revenge is Colette saying "I am so sorry about everything. And my ancestor says she's really sorry too, about everything. She really, really, really didn't mean to do it"
And the ghost is like, I FORGIVE YOU FRIEND, GO IN PEACE. AND IT'S OVER. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?
This crazed ghost was hellbent on torturing the shit out of dear Colette, it dragged her to the ball - oh god, don't even get me started on the ludicrousness of this ball - made a bunch of stuff happen and then it's like "You know what, you said you're sorry, that's all I really wanted to hear. ME, MY HUSBAND AND MY CHILDREN WERE SLAUGHTERED BECAUSE OF YOU, BECAUSE YOU BETRAYED ME AND ARE A MAJOR BITCH, but hey, cool, as long as you're sorry.
AND THAT'S IT. There's no fighting, no spells, no quest for the remains, no burning of bones, JUST A FREAKING APOLOGY.
Oh my god, it's too much, I can't take it.
Don't read this book. Actually, you know what, read it. Read it and talk to me about it. See if you disagree.
PS: If you are under the age of 14, this will blow your mind.