Good girls deserve a treat.
Every member of The House, the most exclusive sorority on campus, and all its alumni, are beautiful, high-achieving, and universally respected.
After a freshman year she would rather forget, sophomore Nina Kaur knows being one of the chosen few accepted into The House is the first step in her path to the brightest possible future. Once she's taken into their fold, the House will surely ease her fears of failure and protect her from those who see a young woman on her own as easy prey.
Meanwhile, adjunct professor Dr. Sloane Hartley is struggling to return to work after accepting a demotion to support her partner's new position at the cutthroat University. After 18 months at home with her newborn daughter, Sloane's clothes don’t fit right, her girl-dad husband isn’t as present as he thinks he is, and even the few hours a day she's apart from her child fill her psyche with paralyzing ennui. When invited to be The House’s academic liaison, Sloane enviously drinks in the way the alumnae seem to have it all, achieving a level of collective perfection that Sloane so desperately craves.
As Nina and Sloane each get drawn deeper into the arcane rituals of the sisterhood, they learn that living well comes with bloody costs. And when they are finally invited to the table, they will have to decide just how much they can stomach in the name of solidarity and power.
If you read this and immediately thought "Dark Academia" and/or "Horror" - you would, sadly be mistaken. What it is is Contemporary Fiction masquerading as satire with one (yes, one) horror element. Blake backs into a delightfully compelling set up (sorority girls achieving it all thanks to cannibalism) but instead we get a litany of feminist current events (yes, it's depressing), girl bosses, trad wives, and the erosion of women's rights. Honestly I don't need a fiction novel for this - I can just read the news and scroll social media, two things I probably need to be doing less of for my own mental health.
We never really get much in the way of Nina's freshman year she would rather forget, and it's hard to sympathize with Sloane who won't tell her POS husband how much of a POS he is to his face. She instead just silently stews while she internally muses. She doesn't tell him she's drowning. She doesn't tell him she needs help. Instead of coming out and saying it, she tap-dances around it and he goes on being blithely clueless because...he's a man.
It's a lot of set-up. A LOT. The cannibalism revelation, which we all know is coming thanks to the back cover blurb, doesn't get revealed until 60%. And then it's largely hand-waved away by Nina and Sloane, while having a token moment of being horrified and disgusted, starts puzzling it out like the sociologist she is and we end up with a travesty of an ending - one that doesn't involve her gutting her husband whose sins eventually spill out into the open.
Ultimately, here's the thing, I was invested enough to keep listening to this on audio but I was rewriting it in my head the whole time. What this could have been had the satire been biting and the author had leaned in hard on the horror the elements. A horror novel about cannibal sorority girls with a backdrop of biting satire about current events and the state of feminism? Yes please. Instead we get a book that basically tells the reader that women can't have it all unless they become cannibals - and even then, do they really have it all? There's no righting of the universe here, it's just depressing.
Final Grade = C-


































