Ten years ago, college student Quincy Carpenter went on vacation with five friends and came back alone, the only survivor of a horror movie–scale massacre. In an instant, she became a member of a club no one wants to belong to—a group of similar survivors known in the press as the Final Girls. Lisa, who lost nine sorority sisters to a college dropout’s knife; Sam, who went up against the Sack Man during her shift at the Nightlight Inn; and now Quincy, who ran bleeding through the woods to escape Pine Cottage and the man she refers to only as Him. The three girls are all attempting to put their nightmares behind them, and, with that, one another. Despite the media’s attempts, they never meet.
Now, Quincy is doing well—maybe even great, thanks to her Xanax prescription. She has a caring almost-fiancé, Jeff; a popular baking blog; a beautiful apartment; and a therapeutic presence in Coop, the police officer who saved her life all those years ago. Her memory won’t even allow her to recall the events of that night; the past is in the past.
That is, until Lisa, the first Final Girl, is found dead in her bathtub, wrists slit, and Sam, the second, appears on Quincy’s doorstep. Blowing through Quincy’s life like a whirlwind, Sam seems intent on making Quincy relive the past, with increasingly dire consequences, all of which makes Quincy question why Sam is really seeking her out. And when new details about Lisa’s death come to light, Quincy’s life becomes a race against time as she tries to unravel Sam’s truths from her lies, evade the police and hungry reporters, and, most crucially, remember what really happened at Pine Cottage, before what was started ten years ago is finished.
“I’m a fucking final girl”
Well, what can I say, f***g is a keyword. Please let me spit my indignation out by complaining how freaking annoying the heroine was. Special snowflake does not cover it. She was acting like an entitled bitch the whole time. My eyes were tired of rolling. I suppose my disconnection with the 1st POV has to do with the fact that I simply did not give a fuck – sorry my French – about Quincy, The Queen Bitch (pun intended).
Another no for me was a bunch of cliches that were so obvious they were boring. Oh, and until around 80 percent of the book nothing happened. To be honest, I don’t mind cliches so much if they are done in a way that makes the story engaging. In this case, alas, not a lot of things were really exciting or entertaining.
A couple of secondary characters were much more likable than the main ones and I definitely sympathized with the alleged killer more than with the heroine.
I can’t believe I am saying it, but this book was a total disappointment. The harder it is for me to admit because Riley Sager became some kind of an idol in the thriller genre for me, at least he is one of those authors whose books I am going to pick up no matter what. Moreover, I know that after The Finale Girls (ironically that I am reading his first book as the last one) he has written three more awesome books I’ve enjoyed immensely. So my belief in this author is unshakable. But still, it is quite a downturn knowing that one of your favorite authors let you down this time.
I have added an extra half star solely for selfish reasons because I simply can’t give Riley Sager’s book less than 3 stars. And now I am off to anticipateSurvive the Night.
I am so ready for that ride!