A great, suspensful, thrilling, perfect book by one of my favourite authors.
I started reading this before I went to sleep last night, knowing full well that I needed to get up in a few hours, but I did it anyways.
By page 3, I was hook-line-and-sinker caught in its pages like a fly in a spider’s web.
This book is about a Hispanic-American teenage girl named Reily, who is struggling with PTSD, courtesy of a babysitting gig that went way south before the parents of the kid even left the house…. in body bags. After the double homicide, which both her and the couple’s daughter witness while hiding under the bed, Reily isn’t doing too well with being labled the ‘hero’ and moving forward.
So her therapist suggests a weekend group therapy sleepover with some other troubled teens in a partially renovated warehouse that has no windows, she agrees to part take. Not because she thinks it will help her but because its better than being at home where she needs to pretend to be the ‘old-Reily’ for her mother’s sake.
Max, a Brit boy who has never shared in Group, also attends this weekend ‘getaway’ in hopes about finally opening up to someone about his recent life-altering diagnosis.
But then three masked guys with guns break up the theraputic fun before it even starts, and the body count starts climbing.