Riley Sager

I was in the mood for a scary house book, and Riley Sager's Home Before Dark delivers. Baneberry Hall (why would someone name his mansion after poisonous berries?) joins the ranks of my favorite spooky abodes with Shirley Jackson's Hill House and others. The first sentence pulled me right in because I do believe that houses can have stories and secrets to share, that people's experiences can somehow soak into the plaster and beams. One of the locals tells Maggie, "From what I've heard, that show more house hasn't witnessed a lot of love. It remembers that pain. What you need to do is make it forget." The question is, does Maggie have what it takes to make Baneberry Hall forget a very painful past?

Although other architectural details-- like the interior of the town library (!), that armoire in the Indigo Room, and others that shall remain nameless-- have landed firmly in my memory, Maggie Holt's journey to enlightenment has, too. She's a woman who doesn't know how to quit, especially when three momentous weeks of her childhood are coming to light. She's stubborn and distrustful, and she needs a lot of convincing, but Baneberry Hall gets the job done. Just how it does that, you'll have to find out for yourself.

Probably the best thing about Home Before Dark should please all those who don't care for any paranormal elements in their reading. Logic plays a very large role in uncovering the truth of Baneberry Hall's history-- but that doesn't mean I'd walk into that mansion without feeling the hair on the back of my neck stand up. If you like being pleasantly spooked and solidly entertained, this is the book for you. show less

Reviewed by Kelly Verheyden, Supervising Librarian, Central Library, San Diego Union-Tribune, March 10, 2024:
Set in 1983, the novel follows home health aide Kit as she begins a new posting at the home of the reclusive and wheelchair-bound Lenora Hope, who was accused of murdering her entire family in 1929. As Kit begins to care for Ms. Hope, she can’t resist asking her about the murder of her family. To her surprise, Ms. Hope replies, “It wasn’t me.” Kit’s curiosity gets the better show more of her as she tries to uncover the truth about the murders that took place over fifty years ago. Riley Sager sets the novel in a gothic mansion on the Maine coast that is placed precariously on the edge of a cliff overlooking the sea. The house, the staff and Ms. Hope all give off ominous vibes that create tension and propel the reader forward. The mystery unfolds slowly, but the character development is rich, and when the twist happens, readers will be both surprised and satisfied. show less

Riley Sager tells a craaazy good scary story, and this was no exception. Survive the Night is a blast from the past, taking us back to 1991, before cell phones, when pay phones were still a thing and people carpooled with strangers to save gas money. Charlie is in a bad place emotionally after her college roommate was killed by the “Campus Killer” a few months back and wants to return home to her grandmother in Ohio. She agrees to a rideshare with a complete stranger. (Cue the scary show more music.) This book works on several levels, both in the way that the author ratchets up the level of creepiness as these two get further down that deserted highway in the middle of the Poconos, and also as bits of information are slowly revealed. There are twists, and then more twists. This had some interesting surprises I wasn’t anticipating and kept me on the edge of my seat. show less

Enjoy with a slice of red velvet cake.

(Full disclosure: I received a free electronic ARC for review through NetGalley. Trigger warning for rape and suicide.)

"While there were other multiple homicides during those years, none quite got the nation’s attention like ours. We were, for whatever reason, the lucky ones who survived when no one else had. Pretty girls covered in blood. As such, we were each in turn treated like something rare and exotic. A beautiful bird that spreads its bright show more wings only once a decade. Or that flower that stinks like rotting meat whenever it decides to bloom."

"I understand that urge for more information, that longing for details. But in this case, I’m fine without them. I know what happened at Pine Cottage. I don’t need to remember exactly how it happened."

Quincy Carpenter: marketing grunt, food blog maven, massacre survivor.

Quincy was just a sophomore in college when it happened. She and her five best friends - boyfriend Craig, BFF Janelle, and friends Betz, Amy, and Rodney; collectively known as the East Hall Crew - were renting a cabin in the Poconos, celebrating Janelle's birthday, when Joe Hannen stumbled into their lives. Janelle, being the wild and carefree member of the group, invited him to stay for dinner. Since she was the birthday girl, she got to call the shots.

You kind of wonder whether things would have went down differently had they known that Joe wasn't a stranded motorist, but rather a recent escapee from the nearby Blackthorn Psychiatric asylum. (This sounds hella ableist, and there's certainly that potential; but the many plot twists don't necessarily play into the stereotype that mentally ill people are inherently violent, and vice versa.)

By the end of the night, everyone would be dead, save for Quincy. Almost before the blood could dry, the media nicknamed Quincy the Final Girl - one of three, at least in recent memory. Though Quincy had no desire to be defined by tragedy, she would forever be lumped in with fellow survivors: the reclusive Samantha Boyd (Nightlight Inn), and do-gooder Lisa Milner before her (a sorority house in Indiana).

Nearly ten years later, Quincy is living a life of forced normalcy. Adopting her repressed WASP mother's strategy of "fake it till you make it," Quincy spends most of her days baking and photographing goodies for her food blog, Quincy's Sweets. She's in a long-term relationship with a public defender named Jeff (an odd pairing, to be sure) and has a swanky apartment on the Upper West Side, thanks to her Pine Cottage settlement money. Things are okay-ish; that is, if you overlook the Xanax and social misanthropy.

And then Lisa turns up dead of an apparent suicide, thrusting Quincy and Sam together - and into the spotlight - once more. Why would someone who's been to hell and back kill herself, after all these years? What's with the cryptic email Lisa sent Quincy right before she died? Why's her closet safe stuffed with files on the Final Girls? Is someone hunting them, trying to finish the what their tormentors, all long since dead, started? And just when are Quincy and her savior cop Coop going to knock boots, anyway?

Final Girls is a compelling and suspenseful read, though it falls into the same trap as many books belonging to this genre: the many outlandish plot twists threaten to snap your credibility after a while. I don't want to spoil anything, but there are several gotcha! moments, and with the last one I came perilously close to an exaggerated eye roll. Thankfully this is offset by the sheer entertainment value: the writing is skillful, the characters command your attention, and the mysteries will have you white-knuckling your Kindle until the very end.

Quincy and Sam are both engaging protagonists, even if they didn't always push the story in the direction I expected or hoped. (Those scenes in Central Park? I was mouthing a silent prayer that Final Girls was about to morph into an adult version of Mindy McGinnis's The Female of the Species. If this is you, don't despair! The ending gets you there, kinda sorta, in a roundabout way.)

Though we're witness to several work-related arguments between Quincy and Jeff, I wish the narrative had explored this conflict between them - she, a survivor of a violent assault; he, the defender of the accused - in greater depth.

Overall, Final Girls is a solid addition to the genre - if not the genre-busting book I was craving (think: The Cabin in the Woods).

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