Alexis thought she led a typically dysfunctional high school existence. Dysfunctional like her parents’ marriage; her doll-crazy twelve-year-old sister, Kasey; and even her own anti-social, anti-cheerleader attitude. When a family fight results in some tearful sisterly bonding, Alexis realizes that her life is creeping from dysfunction into danger. Kasey is acting stranger than ever: her blue eyes go green sometimes; she uses old-fashioned language; and she even loses track of chunks of time, claiming to know nothing about her strange behavior. Their old house is changing, too. Doors open and close by themselves; water boils on the unlit stove; and an unplugged air conditioner turns the house cold enough to see their breath in.
Alexis wants to think that it’s all in her head, but soon, what she liked to think of as silly parlor tricks are becoming life-threatening–to her, her family, and to her budding relationship with the class president. Alexis knows she’s the only person who can stop Kasey — but what if that green-eyed girl isn’t even Kasey anymore?
Review originally written in 2014:
Bad Girls Don’t Die has this totally creepy cover, I love it! From the first time I saw it, I was intrigued.
I think I had high expectations for this book. I wanted it to be creepy and super scary. I mean, antique dolls? – I was expecting doll heads twisting around, dolls walking and talking but I didn’t get any of that. I didn’t even get the creepy feeling I look forward to when reading these books. It could be that I read most of this book while laying at the beach, not the ideal place to read this type of book – I know. But even the occasional nights I did read some, I wasn’t freaked out or all that convinced that I was reading a “scary” book.
I do love the idea of a girl who collects dolls, then gets possessed by one – it’s neat and has potential to be great but unfortunately it wasn’t executed well in Bad Girls Don’t Die, in my opinion. I think the first few chapters were the best, if I’m being nice, but then the author seemed like she wanted to add a love interest to the story then almost forgot to take it anywhere, but the thought kept popping into the story. I found it a little all over the place to be honest. The writing was alright, I didn’t have enough to paint the story or see the characters (or dolls) come to life in my head.
Overall, the foundation of Bad Girls Don’t Die is there, but I think it needed to be built up a LOT more. Maybe I’m too old for these types of terrible immature writing for younger people? I mean I am seventeen and this book seems to be written for twelve year olds.