Our Bookseller Says . . .
This book picks up on a Sunday drive and then hits the pedal, and doesn’t let up on the gas till the end. I read this in one sitting, that’s how fast it is. Lynnette is the survivor of the unthinkable – a mass murder. Only, she isn’t the only one. Final Girls, the women who beat the odds and overcome murderous madmen, are national celebrities.
And they’re all in a therapy group together. But one night, one of the Final Girls doesn’t show: She’s been murdered, and the other Final Girls are next.
Weaving between points of toxic masculinity, feminism, and low-key film criticism, Grady Hendrix wrestles with the question that pervades the United States in both pop culture and real life: Why do we like to watch people be killed? – Sylvie
In horror movies, the final girl is the one who’s left standing when the credits roll. The one who fought back, defeated the killer, and avenged her friends. The one who emerges bloodied but victorious. But after the sirens fade and the audience moves on, what happens to her?
Lynnette Tarkington is a real-life final girl who survived a massacre twenty-two years ago, and it has defined every day of her life since. And she’s not alone. For decades she’s been meeting with five other actual final girls and their therapist in a support group for those who survived the unthinkable, putting their lives back together, piece by piece. That is until one of the women misses a meeting and Lynnette’s worst fears are realized—someone knows about the group and is determined to take their lives apart again, piece by piece.
But the thing about these final girls is that they have each other now, and that no matter how bad the odds, how dark the night, how sharp the knife…they will never, ever give up.