Here’s To: Bad Girls Don’t Die by Katie Alender

Bad Girls Don’t Die (Bad Girls Don’t Die #1) by Katie Alender

Genre: Paranormal, Ghosts, Horror, Supernatural, Romance, Young Adult

Pages: Paperback, 346 pages

Published: 22 June 2010, Disney Hyperion

Source: Owned 

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Bad Girls Don’t Die (Bad Girls Don’t Die #1) 

When Alexis’ little sister, Kasey, becomes obsessed with an antique doll, Alexis thinks nothing of it. Kasey is a weird kid. Period. Alexis is considered weird, too, by the kids in her high school, by her parents, even by her own goth friends. Things get weirder, though, when the old house they live in starts changing. Doors open and close by themselves, water boils on the unlit stove, and an unplugged air conditioner turns the house cold enough for the girls to see their breath. Kasey is changing too. Her blue eyes go green, and she uses old-fashioned language, then forgets chunks of time.

Most disturbing of all is the dangerous new chip on Kasey’s shoulder. The formerly gentle, doll-loving child is gone, and the new Kasey is angry. Alexis is the only one who can stop her sister — but what if that green-eyed girl isn’t even Kasey anymore?

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Bad Girls Don’t Die Book Trailer

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 Katie Alender (rhymes with “calendar”!) grew up in South Florida, which probably explains the recurring alligator dreams (one of which is documented in Bad Girls Don’t Die). She is the third of four children (three girls and a boy) and the child of three very loving and encouraging parents.

She does not like scary books or movies, but apparently the books she writes are considered scary by many people. She is also a huuuuge fan of talking about herself in the third person.

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Okay, I just realised that the review I posted on Goodreads was pretty much useless..

Here we go:

Pediophobia [ pe·di·o·pho·bi·a (pē’dē-ō-fō’bē-ă)]
also known as the fear of dolls, is a relatively common kind of phobia. It is an anxiety disorder that can be associated with a range of dolls from old-fashioned china dolls and porcelain dolls to dolls that talk and move.

Yes. You got it. Guess who has that disorder? And this is getting ridiculous. There are no visuals. Why am I terrified?

Technically speaking, if you do not have the same phobia, the book won’t probably be as scary-creepy as it was to me. But it was, in general, the book was a good scare. In a creepy way.

And I knew. I knew that we’d be taking that turn towards the dolls right that moment when she said that Kasey is obsessed with dolls. I already started running away, right from that moment. I mean, do you get me?

Okay, hold on, I’m swooning. The ending. Fridge. I’m stuck. Why am I like this?

Okay, realistically speaking, the romance was pretty much baseless but come on, no one can help themselves but fall for Carter. I mean, it’s Carter, he’s just everything.

And the friendships. The one with Lydia was something I never liked. But the one with Megan, I can’t say I loved it but I can say I liked it. I mean, it was pretty much obvious that it was not something that’s going to last and I’m thankful that Megan stepped into the picture.

And I’m looking forward to the second book to see how their friendship grew. (Not to mention Carter!)

One [major] flaw, the relationships (with Megan and with Carter) were pretty baseless.

But the dysfunctional family was executed greatly. The book was greatly written and he characters weren’t hard to connect with. I loved them, really.

Okay, you see, the book can be read as a standalone. The only cliffhanger (which is not exactly a cliffhanger) was with the growing (beautifully, by the way) relationship with Carter. And I love Carter.

Really, most of the scenes with Kasey were sssooooooo creepy. As in I won’t be able to sleep tonight creepy.

The whole plot wasn’t exactly unpredictable but it wouldn’t be all you’d expect at first look.

Now, throw me the second book.