The idea behind the “mystery” was old– missing girls– but this was a fresh take and somehow didn’t feel like I was reading the same thing I’d read a hundred times.Īlso– shoutout to Sager for taking a book where he said “The Girls” about 1000 times and somehow not naming it “The Girls”. It had an ending that I didn’t see coming, AT ALL until the grand reveal, but yet somehow managed to tie everything in so perfectly that afterwards I wondered why I didn’t get there on my own. So here we are, after it was published, writing a review.Īnd let me tell you that I loved this book.

Then, I got approved via Edelweiss and didn’t check it for… 165 days. When I heard that Riley Sager was publishing another book, I signed up for as many ARC programs as I could. It was by far one of my top books of the year and it still sticks in my head, which is saying something considering how many psycho thrillers I read. I’m sure you all heard me raving about Final Girls at the beginning of last year. As she digs deeper, Emma finds herself sorting through lies from the past while facing threats from both man and nature in the present.Īnd the closer she gets to the truth about Camp Nightingale, the more she realizes it may come at a deadly price. Already haunted by memories from fifteen years ago, Emma discovers a security camera pointed directly at her cabin, mounting mistrust from Francesca and, most disturbing of all, cryptic clues Vivian left behind about the camp’s twisted origins.

Yet it’s immediately clear that all is not right at Camp Nightingale. When Francesca implores her to return to the newly reopened camp as a painting instructor, Emma sees an opportunity to try to find out what really happened to her friends. The paintings catch the attention of Francesca Harris-White, the socialite and wealthy owner of Camp Nightingale. Now a rising star in the New York art scene, Emma turns her past into paintings–massive canvases filled with dark leaves and gnarled branches that cover ghostly shapes in white dresses. The last she–or anyone–saw of them was Vivian closing the cabin door behind her, hushing Emma with a finger pressed to her lips. The games ended when Emma sleepily watched the others sneak out of the cabin in the dead of night. Vivian, Natalie, Allison, and first-time camper Emma Davis, the youngest of the group. The girls played it all the time in their tiny cabin at Camp Nightingale.

The last time i lied book summary