Jade Daniel's life is a mess, so she messes back at life, mostly by obsessing on slasher films. On the summer of her graduation her horror dreams appear to be coming true - a slasher is targeting her lakeside town, all the signs are there, the problem is can she get anyone to believe her warnings before the cycle spins up? Of course she can't and she knows it, that's how the slasher cycle works, all she can do is get ready to ride it out, probably not surviving because that's not who she is, and provide a few tips for the one person she has singled out as the Final Girl. She's wrong abiyt a lot of things, though. But that's the thing about slashers - the best ones keep you on your toes. When it isn't chopping them off. 

A love letter to horror, a portrait of trauma and obsession, an examination of social inequality and the legacies of colonialism, and finally just a good old-fashioned water-borne massacre. What's not to love? To be honest there's only a few of the current crop of horror writers who combine literay writing with horror who can carry it off - the literariness sometimes swamps the horror, or the horror sometimes undermines the literariness, either way it just doesn't quite mesh for me - but Stephen Graham Jones, like a select few others, carries it off.