Sigh. Whatever man. At this point I am going to just quit reading Stephen Graham Jones. I don’t want to even hear the words slasher or final girl for the next month until October when I just watch some freaking Jason movies to wipe this whole novel out of my brain. Why did I buy this in paperback?! There’s honestly not much to say here, just like horror movie trilogies, “The Indian Lake Trilogy” went out with a whimper with a lot of, well that should have just been passed on thoughts going on in my head. I was reading multiple other books while trying to trudge through this thing. I am terrible with keeping up my currently reading posts, but I started this thing and stopped it multiple times since I bought it on Independent Book Sellers Day.
“The Angel of Indian Lake” has Jade Daniels back for one last installment (thankfully). Jade is now 24, done with prison, and now a history teacher living and working in Proofrock. I am not going to even get into how she’s able to teach kids considering she’s swearing, smoking, and more obsessed with the rules of the slasher.
Jade is a rambling mess. Everyone else is so much less than they were in the first two books. There’s a death that I maybe should have cared about more and all I kept muttering was shut up Jade. I don’t want to read anymore about Jade arguing she’s not a Final Girl anymore. We did that enough in two books, but we really just focus on what makes a final girl to the point that I wish that SGJ would right a paper about it and leave the rest of us alone.
This book is somehow worse than the prior two because Jade does not shut up. It just goes on and on. I don’t know what was going on at certain points because she’s talking about someone’s golden eye color. And yeah, I refuse to go back and figure it out. This book did not need to be this long, it could have definitely shaved off a good 100 or 200 pages and nothing would have been lost. Everything was so freaking confusing and convoluted I needed a damn yard wall at one point to figure out who did what, who was dead, sorta dead, or never was dead. I still don’t get what the point of this damn book was and wish he left it as a duology.
Also, I freaking love horror. I already decorated Halloween this weekend much to the dismay of my neighbors. I would never talk or think in horror movie references like this ever. It was distracting and then stupid. I kept wanting to scream shut up at Jade after the millionth Michael Myers, Freddie, Nancy, whatever remarks she had in her head. Don’t get me started on her doing therapy in a damn Ghostface mask! WHAT IS EVEN THE POINT?!
Whatever to that ending.