Lynette is a horror story survivor, the last girl left standing after a killer’s reign of terror involving her family. Now paranoid to the n-th degree, Lynette rarely ventures outside of her secure apartment, except to the monthly meetings of her fellow survivors, which she’s dubbed The Final Girl Support Group.
As the group begins to question whether or not it’s lived past its expiration date, strange things begin to happen and soon Lynette finds herself on the run and the target of someone who knows her and knows her paranoid habits well.
Grady Hendrix’s The Final Girl Support Group starts off on a propulsive note as Lynette’s greatest fears begin to manifest themselves. The novel maintains an early frenetic pace that left me eagerly turning one page after the next. And then, somewhere around the mid-way point, it stumbles a bit and never quite recovers. It’s not to say that this was necessarily a terrible book, so much as to say that Hendrix can’t quite sustain the momentum for the entire story.
Part of that is it becomes wearing to be in Lynette’s company after. As a first-person account of what she’s experiencing, we’re treated to her inner workings as she tries to figure out who is targeting the group and why. But, it becomes limiting later in the story as Hendrix piles one horror cliche after the next onto Lynnette, attempting to turn them on their ear and pointing out some of the absurdities of the genre.
I don’t necessarily mind a book that tries to take some of the mickey out of a certain type of genre. It can certainly work well (hell, we’re on the fifth Scream movie at this point). Deconstructing something can prove why you love it so much or make you appreciate the genre a bit more. And maybe it’s just that I didn’t grow up on a staple of horror fiction (beyond reading a lot of Stephen King, mind you). Either way, this is a solid book that wasn’t quite as great as the hype surrounding it would have you believe.