You can read this here, though I'm not going to suggest that you actually do it. It's not a time waster; 10 minutes and you're done. So what's my beef? It's incomplete. I admit I'm not the most adept at picking up on subtleties in literature, and often need things explained to me, so perhaps everything I need to know is tucked away in the story, but I was left lost. The story is spelled out through descriptions of various photos the narrator took with her phone. They don't go in order, which is actually great because it creates mystery and suspense, but then it just stops. My response after reading the last one then falling headfirst into the comments section was "Wait, that's it?" It was such a bucket of cold water because I was really getting into it. It reminded me of Stephen King's 
 Cell 
 , one of his biggest disappointments to me. 
 One of the commenters mentioned s/he liked the way the information was doled out so we don't know what's really going on until the last photo. I still don't know what's going on. Am I just stupid? What am I missing? I have a vague idea, but don't really know anything. This could've been 4 stars; I was really digging it, but it leaves too many unanswered questions. I'm normally fine with a few of those, but this gave almost nothing in the way of resolution. We're given a few pieces that may or may not connect to each other, and left with that. How do they all connect? Farnsworth, the Jesuit monk, the creep who sold her the soul ripping phone. 
 "Soul ripping phone? You mean to tell me the Muggles have a soul ripping phone, and that I didn't have to murder people to make my horcruxes? I could've just clicked and zipped? 
 THEY MAKE AN APP FOR THAT?! 
 All that wasted life for nothing! I'm really not a bad guy, I swear. I just wanted to be immortal, and tried to do it ethically, but nooooooo, in order to do that the books said I had to kill people... And now I'm in hell. Son of a bitch!" 
 Uh... yes. Thank you Lord Voldemort. 
 Anyway, the good things about this shorty. As I mentioned the story had great promise, and I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. The abrupt ending killed all of that for me, but if you don't have that kind of hang-up, and can enjoy the journey regardless of the destination, then you'd probably like this. 
 Also, how about that cover, eh? They say never judge a book by one, and I reckon that can apply here, but it's still a great picture. 
 I also admit I'm a curmudgeony old fuddy-duddy even if I am only 36. (Mama says I was born old, and I expect she's right). My phone still has buttons on it, for Christ's sake, and I'm perfectly OK with that. I resist most fads, and the overabundance of selfies annoy me, so I was very impressed with the premise of this story. Selfies that kill. Hot damn! 
 Confession time. I read this only because it reminded me of a comic I love, and I'll share it in a sec. I saw this review on Karen's page, and saw how short the story was, and wanted to drop this comic somewhere for the 2 or 3 of you who actually read my reviews, but had to read the book first to do it and be morally OK with it. The only time I review a book I haven't read is if the book has defeated me. (Those usually get one star and an explanation for my conduct, except this one about uncle Frank). I've read Selfies now, and can post this here with no moral qualms. 
 I took a selfie once, but that was just to show people on facebook where I had knocked out part of a front tooth and looked like Roni Stoneman on Hee Haw. 
 "You're just jealous cause you'll never be able to play a banjo as good as me." 
 True enough. Oh, wait. I took a couple other selfies, but they were for equally silly reasons, and only because there was no one else around to take a picture for me. I had to take that tooth one then because I got an immediate appointment with the dentist, and the opportunity would've been lost. And while selfies mildly annoy me, duckface selfies take my ire to a whole 'nother level. STOP THAT! I'm glad Elmer Fudd is on the case for us with his proposed solution. Duck season is in, Elmer. Stay on it. 
 I don't belong in this tech savvy selfie society. Sigh...