What a whacking disappointment.

I was really excited for the mish mash of Edgar Allan Poe and Tiger King, yet this was just a mess of a book with thirty different plot points in direct contradiction to each other. The alternating viewpoints fail because both girls sound exactly the same. The suspension of disbelief is required to be much too high: the brick thing only makes sense as a nod to Poe, there is no reason given for or even interest paid to the flu that's making partygoers sick, there's wild animals, an abused girl, missing adults, drunk teenagers on a livestream, a town that only cares about your name -- it's too much. McGinnis isn't skilled enough to make it work.

I cannot stand when the first book in a series ends on a cliffhanger, but this one had multiple cliffs. Not one plot point gets resolved by the end, and I actually went back and re-read the last ten pages and skimmed the acknowledgments just to make sure I hadn't missed anything. I hadn't.