TL;DR Review
I didn't expect to like this book much, but ended up getting so sucked in that I read it all in one sitting. Then couldn't go to sleep.

Read It If
* you enjoy creepy psychological thrillers
* you're looking for a quickie
* you enjoy journalistic writing

Skip It If
* psychological breakdowns bother you
* you scare easily and feel like having a restful night
* you absolutely can't stand gore
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Felt like I was watching a horror movie-had to sleep with the light on afterwards! ( )

Review courtesy of Dark Faerie Tales

Quick & Dirty: Spine tingling and creepy, gruesome diary entries written in the ultimate horror setting; a haunted inn.

Opening Sentence: Dear Detective Umbridge, I first met Trevor Donald at a coffee shop a few months ago.

The Review:

What the…?! Seriously, this is why I avoid horror books, they freak the daylights out of me. The story is told in diary entries, annotated by a detective and a script writer and supplemented with letters connected to the story. An interesting way to tell it, for sure, and if you did manage to lose interest, the creepy diary entries would wake you up in an instant!

Waking Noelle comes across as a severely angry /troubled teenager with almost schizophrenic behaviour. One minute she’s annoyed with her dad, then she wants to kill him, then wishes she was never born. Her anger progresses into a twisted disturbing story that ends in her gorging the skin off her head. Disgusting. If I ever felt sorry for the girl, I was immediately sickened by her yucky habit of picking her head until it bleeds. To make it worse, she describes it in such vivid detail in her diary, making it sound like she really enjoys this habit of hers; it bordered on obsession!

Sleeping Noelle is a different creature altogether. It’s so scary to think that she could have been responsible for hurting those cats, and that a different version of her writes in the diary when she’s asleep. That loss of control would be terrifying, especially since she doesn’t recall anything in the morning and can only rely on what she wrote (and the blood on her hands).

You just want me to feel bad. You had me write that stuff down so you could judge me. So I could judge me. Quit building a judge into my brain, I don’t want it. I don’t wanna judge myself this way.
This is why little girls have diaries. Diaries are worst enemies disguised as best friends. You make us write in you, you make us tell you everything, then you TURN ON US.
I’m sorry. It’s not you.

I wonder what happened to Alf, because presumably everyone in the inn that night was murdered so Alf must have died too… but wasn’t Alf sleeping upstairs and the ‘thing’ that kills them all made its way from downstairs, right, leaving Noelle as the last victim? Well, that’s the version according to her diary and who knows how much truth and reality that contains?

For whatever reason Olivia didn’t have any eyebrows. Based on two overly active mounds of flesh above her eyes, she guessed where her eyebrows should be and drew new ones on each morning. Because of this Alf found it very difficult to speak with her face to face. He couldn’t tell if she was mad or sad or happy and he found it unsettling.

I didn’t want to like this book at all. It’s a freaky horror story; not my preferred kind of read! Despite all that, the fact that I couldn’t stop reading, or that I was literally screaming at the kids (in my head) not to bring out the Ouija board, or go to the basement shows how addictive the story really is. The Boy Meets Girl Massacre is a creepy read, perfect for fans of gory details.

Notable Scene:

Birth and death are always sure, each in fact, as sure as the other. So how is birth a miracle? Miracles are supposed to be rare, extraordinary. Not something that happens every day.
And if birth is such a miracle, why is death a tragedy?

FTC Advisory: Flux provided me with a copy of The Boy Meets Girl Massacre. No goody bags, sponsorships, “material connections,” or bribes were exchanged for my review. ( )