Don’t be fooled by the pretty dress. Or the hot guy standing behind her. Just think that he looks like a creeper, because that’s what he is.
“But Alisa!” you cry. “Look at that hair! And that dress! And the fact that the girl’s so pretty! What could possibly be wrong with that?”
Everything, naive reader. Every possible thing is bad.
Let me start from the beginning. It’s a first-person psychopathic serial killer luring all the surviving women in the post-apocalyptic world to his house to kill them. But first, he gets their stories down. Interesting, right?
Then a girl called Evie comes in, and she ruins the potential for a chilling, terrifying book with her story. Still interesting?
Evie is an ordinary girl- definitely not like any other bad YA novel, trying to find her place in the world. No one understands her! Never mind the fact that she has a loving boyfriend and a best friend, both of whom adore her.
Some kids came from the poorer side of town to her school, and of course, the love interest is a part of this group. Slowly, and by slowly, I mean in the four seconds she’s seen him, they fall in love.
And then the apocalypse happens. After over ten chapters. And in those chapters, it’s just high school romance. Even after the apocalypse, it’s still just a high school romance.
And now, for the actual review:
Let’s see. This book manages to be highly predictable, with extremely bad descriptions, misogynistic and abusive love interests, idiotic main characters, attempted rape, a love triangle, highly annoying dreams, multiple stereotypes, racism, plot holes – actually, there is no actual plot – repeated brand-name dropping, the tiniest bit of world building (and horrible world-building at that), slut shaming, a best friend who gets insulted at every turn, unimportant B.S. that no one but the main character cares about – and there’s more. The book even managed to make tarot cards boring (and this is coming from a person who has an obsession with tarot cards and palm reading) fight scenes that seem like someone’s half-stoned dream version of violence, and it ruins Jack Daniels for its readers. This is why there’s vodka as back up. And guess what? I’m reading the sequel.
The only thing that makes me happy is that Jackson – I’m not calling him Jack, because, apparently, that means I have the slightest inkling of like towards him – is going to become extremely ill in the near future because of all that whiskey he’s drinking. And if this book followed the laws of realism, every girl would hate him because he should be drunk all the time.
Oh, Jackson can’t be that bad, can he? I mean, he has an accent. And all accents make a girl go swoon. That’s true, unless said accent is insulting you all the time. Or attempting to rape you, because you make him “feel things that he’s never felt before”. How is this even the slightest bit romantic? Answer: It’s not. He says that a woman belongs to the man, which is one of the most unappealing tropes for me, unless it’s a romance book for a character I actually like, and I’m in an extremely happy mood. He drinks Jack Daniels at every opportunity, and even his nickname is the alcohol brand!
Jackson’s not the only horrible person, though. Evie was an idiot about this. She goes around with some happy smile on her face, even though the world is pretty much destroyed.
Other characters? Like her best friend? Oh, they’re not important. They just get killed off after many chapters of descriptions. It’s Evie’s best friend, and she gets insulted at every opportunity, and when the best friend actually dies? That doesn’t matter; let’s just forget about it.
The plot, if that horrible thing can even be called a plot, has more holes in it than a guilty three year old’s alibi. Why is the world screwed up? What’s causing the mutations? There are many more questions left unanswered throughout this book.
The descriptions for interesting things are so sparse, but the stuff that no one in the world cares about? Oh yes, we absolutely must hear about her precious Coach sunglasses.
The fight scenes? Those aren’t fight scenes! Those are badly written drunken punches written by someone who thinks that tapping someone is a horrible thing to do.
When Evie hears about the kids coming to school, she thinks something like “But they’re Cajun“. Because ethnicity is such a bad thing. She sees a girl who’s dressed sexily, and automatically thinks she’s some sort of slut. Whatever happened to the twenty-first century?
I think I’ll end this review by calmly stating that this was a horrible book and should only be recommended to someone if it was your worst enemy who did something horrible to you. Or if your feeling particularly sadistic towards your friends.
Now, onward towards the next book!