"Ages fourteen to eighteen, a girl needs something to kill all that time, that endless itchy waiting, every hour, every day for something -- anything -- to begin." 
 A book about cheerleaders that I didn't fucking hate on principle. That in itself is an accomplishment. 
 This book is High School's answer to Gone Girl. This... honestly I have no idea how the rest of the year is going to measure up to this book. 
 The thing I respect most about this book is that it takes teenage girls seriously. Deathly seriously. Not about who's banging who, or how to fit in, but it takes the existence of this honestly despicable lead without making light of it's "just high school". Honestly, some people get through high school, shrug it off and become better people. And this is not a novel about that. This is a novel about a monster that could only be made by that age. Several monsters really. The products of fucked up hormone imbalances and bad parenting. Never have I seen such a salute to how fucking toxic teenage girls are. How current the setting was. How timeless that story was. I literally cannot praise this enough. I love disgusting female characters, and this book's narrator kind of snuck up on me with how awful she is. And I love her. Cheer Captain Amy Dunne.