The less you think about Megan Abbott’s Dare Me the more you’ll enjoy it. When you’re knee-deep in cheerleader on cheerleader aggression and glitter and backtucks you’re totally captivated. You will find yourself breathing a little shallower and your brain feeling a little muddled because you feel like you’re subsisting on nothing but adrenaline, hairspray fumes, and green tea.

It’s only when you’ve closed the cover, taken the ride, and your brain begins to engage again that you start to wonder about the plot holes so large you could drive a truck straight through them.

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