This is very much a your-mileage-may-vary kind of book. It's a flimsy plot threaded together by an overload of horror tropes, references, and easter eggs (e.g., all of the titular "final girls'" backstories are lifted beat-for-beat from various slasher franchises, the main character is pretty useless until the very end, and, most unfortunate, the one black character dies first—off-page to boot). I know this sort of extreme fan-servicey stuff works for a lot of people, but it really wasn't doing much for me. It took itself way too seriously for what was clearly meant to evoke a schlocky slasher movie.