Boy Heaven

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I could have done without the chronicles of Desiree and her boy toy, but I suppose it was a necessary piece of the whole unfortunate puzzle. Suddenly, events take an ominous turn and Kristi starts becoming extremely weird, refusing to eat, sleep, or bathe, and uttering dark forebodings. Et le choeur puissant des cigales fait écho à celui des pom-pom girls, tous deux éphémères : la fin du camp, c'est aussi la fin de l'adolescence et de l'innocence. Give it a try when you're after a fast, mindless summer read and I'm pretty sure you won't be disappointed.

It's told in a very strange way - like you know how someone starts talking about one subject then before you know it they've off-shot into about a hundred other topics that you wonder how they were connected to the original topic to begin with. Laura Kasischke has a talent for descriptions and can make you feel the heat and sweat on your back, taste the food being cooked on a campfire or hear the cicadas in the forest. Anyway, the thing that this book does best is take the reader along on the psychological train wreck of being haunted or stalked by something creepy. Boy Heaven is a modern-day urban legend that will keep readers on the edge of their seats until they reach its shocking conclusion.It was a fun Summer read, the kind where you expect something bad to happen any minute, but in the end. Although it takes a very willing suspension of reality for readers to believe the events, many of which don't make sense (could two girls and a male lifeguard disappear overnight and not have anyone in the camp notice? With Kristy, she’s revered because she’s pretty and nice, but she’s not the prettiest—that’s Desiree, who doesn’t even have any other friends because she’s, as Kristy admits herself, Desiree is a slut. i tried to give it a chance (because maybe the ending would provide a moral judgement to counter point all this bad behavior) but no - the beautiful cheerleaders keep their perfect lives and the world keeps turning. Ca m’a fait l’effet d’un Tarantino “death proof” mélangé à un film d’horreur du type “souviens toi l’été dernier ou autre film thrilled avec des filles en danger dans un camp près d’un lac.

One of my favorite chapters in the book is when the narrator recounts when a stalker an unrequited suitor showers her with ridiculous gifts and professes his love for her (and claims he knows she loves him back). A note, added years later: Kasischke's writing is always haunting - in the memorable sense, not the supernatural sense.

No missing or damaged pages, no creases or tears, no underlining or highlighting of text, and no writing in the margins. And in "Pretty is as pretty does," which my stepfather used to say whenever I stood in front of the mirror too long. After I shoved my books under my desk, he leaned over and said to me in a whisper, "How'd you get so perfect?