Perfect, sunny days do not happen often, so why waste the chance to get a good tan and chill on the beach? This is not my kind of book cheerleader camp? Instead, there are dozens of tangents and flashbacks that have nothing to do with the story and seem to serve no other purpose than to make the book longer. This book is a good book and makes you want more, but its also a bit confusing because one second there at cheer camp, and the next there at school so its hard to tell what place there in and when there in it. AND whatever happens, this story becomes the ultimate spooky story to tell outside in the middle of the night But even with the creepy factor I just love this book. Also, the book is being marketed completely wrong.

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Feb 21, Matthew rated it liked it This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers. To view it, click here. This is hardly a typical book selection for me. It had been sitting on my shelf for a year already by the time I gave it a try, and even then it was just the book I grabbed blindly on my way to bed for the night.

To its credit, I read the entire book in a couple of days. This one was a bit over the top. It was a pretty good ghost story. Is a ghost only a ghost if the person they are born out of is already dead? Anyway, the thing that this book does best is take the reader along on the psychological train wreck of being haunted or stalked by something creepy.

It follows three teenage cheerleaders, Kristy, Kristi, and Desiree, at cheerleading camp yes, I almost put the book down for that alone. They are your typical self-absorbed, petty, contradictory messes that you have to anticipate a writer creating as filler in most high school dramas, basically three overfilled barges of mental baggage.

It opens with an unplanned afternoon excursion to go skinny dipping at a local lake that goes terribly wrong thanks to a few relatively creepy local boys playing stalker after crossing paths with the girls at the local gas station. Where it all picks up is in the aftermath of that ill-fated trip.

Back at camp, their victory is short lived. The girls try to return to business as usual, Kristi going back to sulking, Desiree angling her way into the pants of the attractive male camp counselor, and Kristy standing by to envy her loose friend for her carefree and vivacious ways and of course, obsessing over how every other girl at camp views her.

The author does a pretty thorough job of making you root for the stalkers or perhaps an oversized alligator from the lake with an overdeveloped appetite for self-obsessed teenage girls. That last part was just a suggestion, but I think it would have been worth a closer look.

Anyway, the boys begin turning up in the woods outside the cabins to stare and generally creep the girls out and one by one the three of them begin to unravel in their own little ways. This was the real fun of the story, comparing their different descents into paranoia and the measures they went to to protect themselves, none of which really helped.

If they were even remotely likable people, I suppose at one point I might have started feeling bad for them, especially the sulky Kristi who seemed fit for a straight jacket pretty early on, but that never was the case here so it kept the fun simple for me. I could have done without the chronicles of Desiree and her boy toy, but I suppose it was a necessary piece of the whole unfortunate puzzle. Overall, if this book were made into a movie that stayed true to the original text, it would be rated R for sure, and not just because of the flashing scene toward the beginning.

There is enough sex in this otherwise to make sure of that. There are some pretty tense moments. When we read young adult fiction, or even watch teen movies, theres usually that overly revered popular girl, who is so wicked that the audience spends most of the movie wondering how she got to be so popular in the first place. Kasischke doesnt make that mistake in Boy Heaven.

And then we have Kristi, and when I first saw that there was a Kristy and a Kristi, I wondered why Kasischke bothered doing that. But Kristi and Kristy are nothing alike. Whatever Kristy told me, as a narrator, I believed. I believed the ghost stories and the fact that she heard screaming in the woods and everything she told me about her family.

I felt as though I was her diary, the secret confidant she reveals she still writes every event of her life in. Another strong point of this novel was how Kasischke warned us of what would come with subtle metaphors and similes.

As you read and things become more serious, these comparisons and word choices begin to make sense, and you remember them. The pacing of this book was magnificent, something I struggle with in my own writing, as well as the characterizations.





Boy Heaven



Laura Kasischke


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