Talk about a book that sticks with you–in good ways and in bad! I read this on a camping trip to Yellowstone and Grand Teton, and let’s just say I was a little spooked. Final Girls, not surprisingly, is a book about “final girls”… you know, the ones that survive horrible massacres. Quincy is a final girl, who deals with her horrible past with a prescription of Xanax that she washes down with grape soda, and a whole lot of denial. Her and the other “final girls”, Lisa and Sam, have an unspoken bond. Lisa, one day, turns up dead, supposedly suicidal, and Sam shows up on Quincy’s doorstep. *insert thinking face here* Let’s just say, things weren’t the same for Quincy. She had to start facing what she has been trying to ignore all these years. That she is, in fact, a Final Girl.
Sager weaves this story expertly. It hops back in time to the very event Quincy has tried to put out of her mind, and to the present. The main character battles with internal and external monsters. Throughout it, I was engrossed. The book twisted and turned, when I finally thought I understood where it was going, it threw me another curve-ball that was wickedly satisfying.
Even after finishing it and trying to focus on my vacation, the idea of what these Final Girls went through popped into my head, and I couldn’t help but think everything that moved outside was someone about to go on a killing spree.
Pro tip: don’t read this book during a camping trip if you are an indoors-y type girl who spooks easy.
Double pro tip: If a book sticks with you that long and disrupts your sleep while you are on vacation, that’s when you know it’s a damn good book.
So, overall, I loved the character development, my jaw literally dropped open multiple times throughout the book, and the story was paced so effortlessly that I literally couldn’t put it down. If you like thrillers, go get this book immediately!
But, again with the Gone Girl comparison…it’s not like Gone Girl. There are slight similarities, but this book can stand extremely well on it’s own without that comparison. (If you can’t tell, I’m a little sick of hearing that books are the next Gone Girl.)