Slasher Girls and Monster Boys: the Book Your Nightmares Have Only Dreamed of

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Anyone who’s so much as glanced at this blog’s twitter lately has probably seen mention of this book. What is it, this thing that’s been consuming my life since its announcement earlier this year?

Well, it’s an anthology. An anthology of YA horror stories. And it’s the best thing you’ll read all summer.

(I know summer’s almost over. Humor me.)

Curated by the queen of atmosphere and devil boys, April Genevieve Tucholke, Slasher Girls and Monster Boys brings together writers like Nova Ren Suma (The Walls Around Us), Carrie Ryan (Forest of Hands and Teeth, Daughter of Deep Silence) Leigh Bardugo (The Grisha Trilogy and upcoming Six of Crows), Kendare Blake (Anna Dressed In Blood and Girl of Nightmares–my absolute favorite YA horror stories ever) and so many others. The inspirations for all of the stories vary, and are kept a mystery until you’ve finished shaking from the scares, but they all have one thing in common: a slash-y girl and a monster-y boy.

I’ve been waiting for this book all year, and now I’m left wondering how to review it. As a person who’s passion in life is YA horror, a field sorely lacking most of the time, I’m still busy being glad for how scary this book is. Carrie Ryan’s In the Forest Dark and Deep has stuck with me the most. Her mention of it at NTTBF inspired my entries for the #slashergirlsarc contest earlier this season, and finally reading it in full gave me chills.

Leigh Bardugo’s story Verse Chorus Verse was…well, stunning, to say the least. The kind where you read the last line, blink a few times, and just set the book down to stare at it pensively and wonder what you just went through. (kind of how all of her books go, really.)

And though April Tucholke’s The Flicker, The Fingers, The Beat, The Sigh is my favorite, I have a hard time saying it.

The suspense in Hide-and-Seek made my heart thrum. Stitches wins the award for best concept I’ve read in a long while. Emmeline was beauty in it’s best (read: scariest) form. The Birds of Azalea Street made me forget I was real for a time.

There’s not a thing this book is missing. Except your heart in its hands and your life on the line. Willingly give it your soul and it will scare the hell out of you.

Promise.

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