Monday, 8 September 2014

Review: The Dolls

 The Dolls
Publication Date: September 2nd 2014        
Publisher: Balzer + Bray
~A copy was provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review~

Eveny Cheval just moved back to Louisiana after spending her childhood in New York with her aunt Bea. Eveny hasn’t seen her hometown since her mother’s suicide fourteen years ago, and her memories couldn’t have prepared her for what she encounters. Because pristine, perfectly manicured Carrefour has a dark side full of intrigue, betrayal, and lies—and Eveny quickly finds herself at the center of it all.

Enter Peregrine Marceau, Chloe St. Pierre, and their group of rich, sexy friends known as the Dolls. From sipping champagne at lunch to hooking up with the hottest boys, Peregrine and Chloe have everything—including an explanation for what’s going on in Carrefour. And Eveny doesn’t trust them one bit.

But after murder strikes and Eveny discovers that everything she believes about herself, her family, and her life is a lie, she must turn to the Dolls for answers. Something’s wrong in paradise, and it’s up to Eveny, Chloe, and Peregrine to save Carrefour and make it right

Ohhhhhhh, there are so many reasons why I absolutely hated The Dolls. And if I didn't want to bash my head against the wall right now this would probably be a less ranty review. I was past rolling my eyes every five minutes after half way through and began wanting to hit it instead. It's one of those books that are just so ridiculous that you either want to laugh or throw it at a wall. Or stab. Stab, stab, stab. It and its characters are so freaking shallow like some YA are, but let's be honest- unfortunately- most YA is shallow. It's why they have pretty covers to make it more appealing. But, there is shallow and the 'drama' of high school. There's 'reality' TV shallow, and then there's The Dolls kind of shallow- where the characters wouldn't be able to swim in the kiddies pool. I just want a good voodoo book, that's all, just a good voodoo story, YA. WHY IS THAT SO HARD? I'm looking at you, This Wicked Game.