Ten years ago, Quincy Carpenter woke in a hospital and found that she had been initiated — unwillingly — into the most gruesome of sororities: she had become a Final Girl. A Final Girl was the name given to women who are the sole survivors of a mass murder.
Quincy was welcomed to the horrific club of women when she had escaped from a deranged killer who had brutally stabbed and killed five of her closet friends. Straight out of a horror flick; six college students had traveled to a secluded cabin in the woods to spend a fall weekend and an escapee from a local mental institution had attacked them, with only Quincy escaping with her life. Immediately, the media and many online “crime fan” groups were clamoring to add Quincy to the small group of infamous women who made up the Final Girls. Disgusted, Quincy refused to accept her Final Girl status and she rejects offers of help from the other Final Girls.
In the intervening ten years, Quincy has painfully worked to forget the attack and rebuild her life. This has been eased — if that is possible — by the fact that she remembered very little of the actual attack. Quincy is shocked from the cocoon of a life she has created when she learns that a fellow Final Girl, Lisa — one who mentored many other young women going through similar trauma — has committed suicide. Suddenly, it becomes clear to Quincy that being a survivor of one horrible tragedy did not guarantee that you could survive all of life’s other heartaches. Quincy had looked up to Lisa and admired her fierce will to live; her suicide knocks Quincy off course.
Soon, Quincy is acting out, taking risks, and finding herself under the influence of people who might lead her into dangerous situations… or worse, deliver her back into her own worst nightmare.
This novel was scary, thrilling, well-written, and such great fun to read. I loved it, and think that despite the long, long list of thrillers I have read this summer, this is the one of the best.