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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 think she’s going to say something about Him. Most likely because of the nightmare, which lingers sticky on my skin like drying perspiration. I brace myself to hear her tell me that He’s resurfaced, as I always knew He would. It doesn’t matter that He’s dead. That I gladly watched Him die.”
The Final Girls is a very addictive novel. Throughout the story, we try to guess the outcome, the culprit. Everyone becomes suspicious. And for once we do not guess too early and I really appreciated that!
The story is divided into two parts. One that happens in the present, years after the massacre that Quincy escaped. And the second begins a few hours before the famous massacre. And yes it is a massacre. Blood everywhere, a lot of violence, and only one survivor who has had a lot of luck if we can say that like that.
In the present tale, Quincy will be followed in her daily life, she’s not single and she is a blogger. She tries to survive the after, to forget her past, which is not always easy. There will also be two other important characters: Coop the policeman who saved her and Samantha, a “final girl”, just like her.
In the past, of course we will discover how the murders began, and by whom! I think that’s the part I liked the most. I thought it would be the most important part (in a number of pages) in the novel, but not at all. Too bad.
Basically; this novel is really addictive, I was not bored and I liked looking for the “bad guy” of the story. I advise you so, without revolutionizing the genre it was an excellent reading!