Blurb: Northern California, during the violent end of the 1960s. At the start of summer, a lonely and thoughtful teenager, Evie Boyd, sees a group of girls in the park, and is immediately caught by their freedom, their careless dress, their dangerous aura of abandon. Soon, Evie is in thrall to Suzanne, a mesmerizing older girl, and is drawn into the circle of a soon-to-be infamous cult and the man who is its charismatic leader. Hidden in the hills, their sprawling ranch is eerie and run down, but to Evie, it is exotic, thrilling, charged—a place where she feels desperate to be accepted. As she spends more time away from her mother and the rhythms of her daily life, and as her obsession with Suzanne intensifies, Evie does not realize she is coming closer and closer to unthinkable violence, and to that moment in a girl’s life when everything can go horribly wrong.This is how I looked reading all of the unnecessary word vomit that this book had!
I always cringe when a book that is so well reviewed looks good to me. I have a pretty bad track record with loving the books that so many others seem to love. BUT, I have a sick fascination with all things Manson and this book is loosely based on the "family" so I had to give it a go.
I wanted so badly to love it even though just a few pages in the word vomit started. I thought just give it a chance. I am sad to say it never got better. There is so much unnecessary descriptions and cutesy prose that it was all I could do to keep reading.
For example: I tended to the in-between spaces of other people’s existences, working as a live-in aide. Cultivating a genteel invisibility in sexless clothes, my face blurred with the pleasant, ambiguous expression of a lawn ornament.
To be totally honest, I skimmed the last half of the book just to be able to say I finished it and did not bail. I wanted to but I keep thinking maybe it would get better. It did not.
I am glad that I read it, and sad that it did not click with me. I know thousands of others will love it and I am glad.