"The night I died was supposed to be my prom night.
It was supposed to be a night of satin and lace, limos and hotel rooms, stolen kisses and cherished mistakes. While my classmates laughed and danced and snapped pictures, I climbed into my bathtub in my exquisite pink dress and emptied my mother's Vicodin bottle down my throat."
The Thrashers are the top in group at Helvetia High, the objects of curiosity, envy, gossip, and desire for inclusion on the part of the classmates who bestowed the nickname on them. Zach, Julian, Lucy, and Paige are wealthy and entitled. The fifth member of the group, Jodi, narrator of Julie Soto's The Thrashers, feels tangential, included only because she's been friends with the charismatic Zach since early childhood. They were some of the classmates who were laughing and dancing and snapping pictures while Emily (quoted above) was consuming the drugs.
"A girl is dead because we didn't invite her in our prom limo.
Was Lucy right? Were they partially to blame for this?"
Jodi isn't the only one connecting the dots between the prom and the suicide. The police see causation as well as correlation. Obviously Emily isn't around to testify against the group. But she's left a diary that's pretty incriminating. Jodi is the only one not charged with anything. Zach, the oldest of the group at eighteen, is even accused of statutory rape.
Freaky things start happening when the five friends get together. A drive in movie screen collapses on the truck they are in. Lucy's inhaler disappears when she has a bad asthma attack. Paige is nearly electrocuted at a party...
...Could Emily have not completely departed? Could she be seeking vengeance from the grave?
If you enjoy twisty chillers replete with dark secrets you'll do well to put The Thrashers on your summer reading list.
On a purrrsonal note, the latest heat wave is finally tapering off. We've been having temps in the 90s coupled with high humidity. In Maine. I am so grateful that I can swim in Travis's above ground pool right in the park. My swimming skills are coming back. I have a good back stroke but am struggling with doggy paddle. No better way to spend summer evenings than swimming and then reading outside. Do you have exciting plans for the weekend? I have no idea what I'm doing.
A great big shout out goes out to you with best wishes for a great weekend.
Jules Hathaway
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