The Girls by Emma Cline

The Girls by Emma Cline

the girls

They say you should never judge a book it by it’s cover, but should you judge it on it’s blurb? How does this sound: “Willingly, Evie begins to drop into their tranquilised circle, oblivious of the danger that sits so cruelly at its centre. If not for Suzanne, she might not have gone. But, intoxicated by her and the life she promises, Evie follows the girls back to the decaying ranch where they live.” I’d heard rumours that it was Charles Manson-esque thriller of hypnotising leaders and deadly consequences. Being a morbid and fascinated with serial killers, I dived right in. I knew it was fiction, what I did not know was how dull such events could be.

Our leading lady is a fourteen year old by the name of Evie. She has troubles at home so it’s easy to see why a carefree life without the restrictions of money would be so appealing. Evie lives as her grandmother’s granddaughter and her mother’s child. Being a famous actress, their late grandmother left them comfortable. There’s nothing exciting about confortable. She sees girls rummaging through a bin and she envies their beauty, grace and nerve. She follows them, befriends, becomes ‘part’ of their world through a series of intimate meetings with the ranches leader and guests.

Unlike some of the other girls, she does not fully commit herself. She keeps one toe at home, leaving and returning much to the leader’s pleasure. Evie’s not vying for the leader’s attention, she wants to be accepted by The Girls. One in particular: Suzanne. To be honest, it was a disappointing read but this is my own fault. I’d heard parts of the story and the bits that thrilled me are second place. They happened to be going on in the background. This is a coming of age story of someone who is bored and listless. She is constantly an outsider to this ‘family’ and that wasn’t satisfying as a reader. Did not meet expectations.

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