Title: The Dead Girl
Author: Jo Gibson (Joanne Fluke)
Published: Nov. 1993
Tagline: She’s pretty . . . she’s popular . . . she’s dead!
Description: MIRROR, MIRROR ON THE WALL
WHO’S THE DEADEST ONE OF ALL?
It was amazing the way Julie Forrester resembled her cousin Vicki. She could have practically passed for her twin.
Too bad Vicky isn’t alive anymore.
But even though she’s dead and buried, Vicky is still a part of Julie’s new life in Colorado. Everywhere Julie goes, she’s mistaken for her dead cousin. And late at night, she has dreams of Vicky reaching out from beyond the grave… trying to come back…
Now, with each passing day, Julie fears she’s losing her own identity and becoming someone else.
That description is total fucking bullshit. I was expecting a story about a girl getting possessed by her dead cousin, or just taking over the personality of the dead cousin, or anything like that. That is not even remotely what this book is about. Also, you may have noticed Vicki’s name changes to “Vicky” after the first time it’s mentioned, which is . . . about the level of proofreading you can expect with this book. The Scream series must not have had a good editor, because this book was riddled with typos.
Anyway, I’m back to recapping my old pal Jo “Slay Bells” Gibson. Which I mistakenly thought would be fun. I was very wrong. Her other books have at least been entertaining to read and snark on, but this is the first one that actually made me angry. I know I had some issues with a couple things in The Seance, but the rest of the book was fun. This was just awful. And not in the usual fun “yes, human, I am also human, writing about the way humans interact with other humans” way. (I have a theory that Jo Gibson is really an alien who hasn’t quite figured out how humans interact with each other, you see. Hence why her characters are always shocked by everyday things and phrases.)
This book managed to be both boring as hell and brain-explodingly offensive, so congrats, Jo. Congratu-fucking-lations.
Trigger warnings for the way suicide is discussed; mental health ableism; and completely inappropriate relationships that I guess everyone is just fucking okay with, because being statutory raped was the goal of every teenage girl or some fucking gross thing.
Prepare for much rage from me, if that’s the kind of thing you’re into.