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This is my second adventure into the wondrous world of Grandy Hendrix. Having read (listened to) The Southern Book Club’s Guide to Slaying Vampires last year, I had certain expectations going into The Final Girl Support Group. Setting your expectations high can be a dangerous thing.
The Final Girl Support Group has a fabulous premise: all of our favorite slasher movies are based on true life stories and the survivors get together to help move on with their lives (there is no getting over those events). Each of these characters is damaged or “broken” in her own way, a way reminiscent of my favorite Nordic noir character (I love myself some damaged characters).
It’s not that I wanted The Final Girl Support Group to be The Southern Book Club’s Guide to Slaying Vampires (I already read that book), but I found that it was missing something in the style or presentation, a factor that I was anticipating. Where was the comic relief?
Hendrix is an exceptional author, one who can artfully mix laughs and scares into a perfect story. The Final Girl Support Group was missing that. Maybe that was intentional, perhaps Hendrix wanted to set a more dramatic, suspenseful atmosphere, but I missed that aspect of his writing in this book.
Hendrix did fill this story with unexpected twists and turns, keeping the who of the who-done-it a guessing game right up until the bloody end.