Dorothy Must Die

I first discovered I was trash three days before my ninth birthday — one year after my father lost his job and moved to Seacus to live with a woman named Crystal and four years before my mother had the car accident, started taking pills, and began exclusively wearing bedroom slippers instead of normal shoes.

Amazing fun. Danielle Page gives the Wizard of Oz story a kick in the ass while adding YA clichés in an original way. This ugly duckling stays an ugly duck, the mysterious possible love interest isn’t that interesting at all. The world of Oz is a blinkering, two dimensional version of the version we know, making all of it creepy like early Tim Burton.

My only point on the anti-list is that the ending is so incredibly open that I would be very surprised if there won’t be a sequel. Everything gets sequels, after all. I would just have preferred to keep all the fun contained, instead of having to remember to wait up for part two.

Dorothy Must Die, Danielle Page, Harper 2014

Author: vanferdinandus

Ik ben een journalist en schrijver die in drie woorden te vatten is: lezen, creëren, en schrijven. Voor de verrijking van mijn leven, maar vooral mijn plezier, kijk ik heel graag allerlei soorten films en televisieseries, maak ik foto's uit vreemde hoeken en loop door de aangelegde bossen van Nederland.

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