When I was in sixth, seventh grade or so, I devoured RL Stine's Fear Street books. Loved 'em; couldn't get enough. Big horror junkie, I was. And this relaunch to the series brings me right back to being twelve years old and wanting all my reading to have a body count, and twists and turns and betrayals and stalkers and and and, and in those regards this totally delivered. 
 But when I was in eighth grade, I discovered better horror stories. Stories that had more psychological elements to them, stories about more than just discovering body after body. I want more from my horror books now, and as my love for psychological horror has grown my tolerance for body counts and gratuitous violence has plummeted. I don't have my 12-year-old constitution for RL Stine anymore, and that both cheers and disappoints me. (Yes, I contain multitudes.) 
 Party Games did not scare the pants off me. Kept me turning pages for the 90 or so minutes it took me (so at least it wasn't a big investment of time), but the Big Bad turned out to be on par with the criminal masterminds of Home Alone and thus far from satisfying. 
 All that aside, I'll totally get this for my middle-school library. But I will acknowledge that I am, officially, Too Old for Fear Street.