Surviving a massacre is traumatic enough already, the subsequent social labeling only saturated Quincy, Lisa, and Sam. The last girls, as they ended up calling them with that kind of popular wit, unable to pass up an opportunity, however macabre, to put a nickname.
But the only humors that can be found in this story are those that once came to define the internal liquids of the human being.
The red color of blood stains this narrative proposal in the tone of a thriller that borders on terror. The pending accounts of those who are capable of facing evil and being victorious is a recurring argument in literature and in cinema. The difference lies in the ability to act as a transmission belt towards that taste for deep fear as a macabre form of leisure.
The taste for the thriller has that dark point of interest, of tension, of inescapable curiosity about the dangers and fears that condition us as human beings. And this novel exploits them all. Each character guides us through the labyrinths of their own fears.
And in a way it teaches us to overcome them. To the extent that we do not succumb to the first draft of cold air that anticipates terror, we will be able to face with greater integrity what happens next.
You just need to act cool, escape the blockage, get up for a good club, and wait patiently. Perhaps the club can do nothing against an intangible evil. But the absence of fear ends up intimidating the very cause of that terror.
And why not? If the last girls were already victorious once, why shouldn't they be able to win again? Empathizing with Quincy, with Sam and with Lisa, presented in their new afterlife after the massacre, we want the situation to end in the best way. If they defeat evil, you can close the book with a satisfied smile after cold sweats.
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