Everyone knows the myth about Bloody Mary. If you don't, I have no idea what sort of rock you've been under, but she is one of the most well-known urban legends out there. I remember being in middle school and filing into the girls' bathroom with a group of friends and chanting her name three times, then ultimately freaking each other out and scrambling out the bathroom because someone swore they saw a mist forming in the mirror. We were stupid kids and it was fun, so why not? 
 I wasn't quite sure what to make of the book when I first started reading it. The way it took off had me scoffing for a minute; I thought, Oh, one of these books. I definitely didn't think I was going to get into the story; the way Mary was perceived at times at the start felt a little too much like one of those cheesy horror movies that end up being more 'what the hell did I just watch?' rather than 'I need my mommy!'. But I couldn't be more wrong! Sure, the book started off at a weird angle, but as I read more and more of the pages, I realized that it was actually a pretty good story - and pretty spot on with a lot of the theories that I've read about when it came to the origin of Bloody Mary. 
 Jess served well as an antagonist of the book; there were times I seriously wished I could throttle her. I had to give Shauna some credit though because as shitty of a friend that Jess ended up being, she kept trying to forgive her. The book read a lot like a horror movie; I seriously felt like I was watching one instead of reading one. The way the author intertwined the history of Mary Worth through the story made it feel pretty believable to me. To the point where I wanted to Google more about the origin in order to see if whether or not it was possible that it could have happened. 
 I was surprised by how often I had to stop reading and look over my shoulder because I was getting the chills. Which is something I haven't experienced since I read Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark by Alvin Schwartz all those years ago in school.