When Sam’s dad whisks him and his brother off to a remote beach town for the summer, he’s all for it– at first. Sam soon realizes, though, that this place is anything but ordinary. Time seems to slow down around here, and everywhere he looks, there are beautiful blond girls. Girls who seem inexplicably drawn to him.
Then Sam meets DeeDee, one of the Girls, and she’s different from the others. Just as he starts to fall for her, she pulls away, leaving him more confused than ever. He knows that if he’s going to get her back, he’ll have to uncover the secret of this beach and the girls who live here.
Welp. I thought I would still give this one a try, despite the many poor reviews that have been circulating around the blogosphere. I was first attracted to the pretty cover and awesome title. I mean, I was born in September so I’m a September girl, right? Unfortunately, I found myself lacking any connection and flounced after 37%.
Sam is whisked away to a beach town by his father and brother for the summer, after his mother walks out on them. But the town is very strange, inhabited by all of these strange Girls who share similar eerie looks. Okay, sounds interesting. I mean, I knew all that heading into it, so that part was already mysterious and semi-interesting to me, but somewhere along the line, the follow through completely lost me.
First of all, Sam is a teenaged boy. I get that. And I remember teen boys with the swearing, inappropriate jokes and sleaziness that can go along with some of them. Sam wasn’t as bad as his brother, but the amount of “I need to get laid/get you laid” talk was annoying. And talking down to women, referring to them as hos or bitches. Man, I don’t want to read about guys like that. They were horrible enough to deal with in my real life high school experience. I don’t mind a good douchebag character now and then, BUT they need to have some sort of redeemable quality or have a bit of charm to go with it. None was found here. And maybe I didn’t give the characters enough time, but the plot was boring me and kept me from getting invested enough to wait it out.
But it’s not just the boys… even the girls call each other names as well. Ugh, really? These Girls were awful. We also would get small snippets from their point of view and it was strange and confusing, and bothersome.
We crawl onto land naked. We learn which clothes to wear. We learn how to do our makeup, how to style our hair. How to toss it with sexiness that appears unconsidered. The women think we’re tacky, but we’re not interested in the opinions of women anymore. We learned long ago how unimportant the opinion of women are. We are here because our mother could not protect us. We are here because our father had an “opinion.”
So. We learn how to use our breasts, our asses, our eyelashes, our lips. We learn how to get what we want.
No. Not what we want. We never get what we want, do we?
We crawl onto land naked. We learn to use our breasts (large but not cartoonish), our asses (heart shaped, unblemished), our eyelashes (impossibly long), our lips (smirking, exotic, and always, always glossy). We learn how to dance, how to flirt. How to toss our hair and slam shots and play pool (we are exceptional pool players, but we know it’s best to lose on purpose) and how to talk about football. We learn to fuck, yes, but it doesn’t take long to figure out that it’s almost never the fucking that gets you anywhere. It’s not fucking. Except in certain and very specific circumstances. Thrust, parry, thrust, thrust, kill. How are we to survive?
We learn quickly.
Sorry for the super long passage, but what is that? I almost set it aside right after reading this part. These girls act like weird, horny stalkers of this Sam, and only want to get him in bed. Oooooookay, then.
Did I like anything? Well I was curious as to what was going on with the missing mother and if it had anything to do with these mermaids. And a part of me is curious to what there Girls are exactly and what their purpose of being on land in this town is, and what their fascination was with Sam. And of course there is always the little part of my mind that wonders if I had read further, maybe there would have been a message to learn from all of this madness. Sadly, I’ll never know.