3 Stars
Abby and Gretchen have been friends ever since Abby’s 10th birthday party. Let’s just talk about that party for a minute. Who in their right mind would (1) plan their party after someone has already sent out invitations for another party? Margaret, that’s who . . . .
And (2) who would attend some lame ass horse party when they could do this instead . . . .
Apparently everyone #sadface. But seriously, what was with the stereotype all girls loving all things horsey back in the ‘80s???
(Countdown to girl from elementary school who was obsessed with horses discovering this review and trolling me for life in 3, 2, . . . . )
Anyway, poor little Abby. It didn’t even matter that Gretchen brought a lame ass children’s bible as a gift, they were BFFs as soon as they skated under the sparkling lights of the disco ball on that roller rink.
Fastforward to high school and two girls who really only argue about one thing . . . . .
That is until a seriously strange acid trip that leaves Gretchen a little different than before . . . .
Now Abby will have to do whatever it takes to save her . . . . .
I picked this up because . . . well, duh, it’s almost Halloween, but mainly because of the cover. Look at the majesty which is the cheesy VHS horror rental at your local Blockbuster (#ripblockbuster). It was exactly what I was looking for while I counted down the seconds until the premier of the new season of the best 1980s deliciousness since the actual 1980s . . . .
If you are actually looking for “unspeakable horrors” like the blurb states, you need to look somewhere else. On the other hand, if you want to feel a little nostalgic in the form of chapter titles that are also well-known ‘80s hits, references to Chi-Chi’s fried ice cream, The Thorn Birds, Flowers in the Attic, puka shell necklaces, and on and on while you experience some campy good times, this one might be a winner. The story does drag a bit when it comes to the teen angst and nonsense in lieu of the barfing of pea soup, but eventually readers do get the scene they’ve been waiting the whole book for . . . .
This also appears to be marketed as general fiction. Maybe because it’s set in the olde days of yore??? Be forewarned that this is NOT going to scare you and should probably have been cross-marketed for both teens and geezers.
And (2) who would attend some lame ass horse party when they could do this instead . . . .
Apparently everyone #sadface. But seriously, what was with the stereotype all girls loving all things horsey back in the ‘80s???
(Countdown to girl from elementary school who was obsessed with horses discovering this review and trolling me for life in 3, 2, . . . . )
Anyway, poor little Abby. It didn’t even matter that Gretchen brought a lame ass children’s bible as a gift, they were BFFs as soon as they skated under the sparkling lights of the disco ball on that roller rink.
Fastforward to high school and two girls who really only argue about one thing . . . . .
That is until a seriously strange acid trip that leaves Gretchen a little different than before . . . .
Now Abby will have to do whatever it takes to save her . . . . .
I picked this up because . . . well, duh, it’s almost Halloween, but mainly because of the cover. Look at the majesty which is the cheesy VHS horror rental at your local Blockbuster (#ripblockbuster). It was exactly what I was looking for while I counted down the seconds until the premier of the new season of the best 1980s deliciousness since the actual 1980s . . . .
If you are actually looking for “unspeakable horrors” like the blurb states, you need to look somewhere else. On the other hand, if you want to feel a little nostalgic in the form of chapter titles that are also well-known ‘80s hits, references to Chi-Chi’s fried ice cream, The Thorn Birds, Flowers in the Attic, puka shell necklaces, and on and on while you experience some campy good times, this one might be a winner. The story does drag a bit when it comes to the teen angst and nonsense in lieu of the barfing of pea soup, but eventually readers do get the scene they’ve been waiting the whole book for . . . .
This also appears to be marketed as general fiction. Maybe because it’s set in the olde days of yore??? Be forewarned that this is NOT going to scare you and should probably have been cross-marketed for both teens and geezers.
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