Supervision was a confusing horror, I mean, a confusing YA horror book.

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Supervision was a confusing horror, I mean, a confusing YA horror book.

This was a strange little tale with a maybe dead protagonist and a ghostly serial killer.  This time, surprisingly, I wasn’t the only one who thought it had potential but fell flat because it got rather low ratings on Goodreads as well.  Go ahead, you obstinate little readers, and insist that I am a YA horror snob and a grouch (I won’t even deny it).  Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.

  
When Esme is sent to live with her grandmother, it feels as though she is invisible, and there is a possibility that she might be dead, at least according to her new friends. Linking her strange circumstances to the mysterious disappearances that have plagued the community for years, Esme begins to uncover a long chain of misery with a key player at the core. The puzzle behind Esme’s inexplicable situation was the focus of the story, and though all other conflicts were resolved, there were still questions about Esme’s “state,” leaving the story open for a sequel. My frustration with this book centered around that focus. I was as confused as Esme for a majority of the book. It was hard to switch gears near the end and start caring about mysterious disappearances, especially when the threat seemed to be to a character I had only really met a few pages earlier. When the climax and resolution of the story arrived, I didn’t really care because the all consuming question of “Why?” wasn’t answered. Overall, this wasn’t a bad book, but it wasn’t what I wanted either. Many of my high school students enjoy mysteries, especially those that have an element of horror, but this isn’t going to be my first recommendation to them simply because the threat wasn’t really very frightening and the ending wasn’t really satisfying.

I received an ARC of this book from the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.

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About queenbook

When the final bell rings, I stash those messy piles of essays and analysis assignments in a desk drawer and I head home to a pile of good books. My kids and dog eat too many chicken nuggets and the house could be neater, but as long as I get my daily read, I guess we are doing all right. When I was twelve and fifteen and eighteen and twenty, I believed I needed to get out there and do those things I had just been reading about, which ended in disaster, tears, a tattoo that scares me every time I catch a glimpse of it in the mirror, and the realization that some of us are meant for action, and some of us are meant to critique the pace of action in a book. I read primarily YA fiction as I have a rather hulking classroom library and a hundred high school readers to engage daily. Nothing makes me happier than coming to school and finding an impatient teenager waiting by my door to turn in a book and get another one just like it. I adore a good zombie, a medieval princess, or girl assassin (I would like them all in one book if you are a writer looking for some inspiration). I add historical mystery to my wish list a year in advance, and you should get out of my way when the next Outlander book comes out. I have an embarrassing fondness for rock star books, but only if they don’t get too trashy and embarrass me. My favorite book of all time is The Blue Castle by L.M. Montgomery. My book boyfriends include Gilbert Blythe, Alonzo Wilder, and Jamie Fraser. They are mine and you can’t have them.

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