Secrets, secrets are no fun. Secrets, secrets hurt someone. . . .
An eccentric new girl. A brooding socialite. The scion of one of New York’s wealthiest families. A promising filmmaker. As students at the exclusive Chadwick School, Phoebe, Lauren, Nick, and Patch already live in a world most teenagers only dream about.
They didn’t ask to be Society members. But when three of them receive a mysterious text message promising success and fame beyond belief, they say yes to everything—even to the harrowing initiation ceremony in a gritty warehouse downtown and to the ankh-shaped tattoo they’re forced to get on the nape of their necks. Once they’re part of the Society, things begin falling into place for them. Week after week, their ambitions are fulfilled. It’s all perfect—until a body is found in Central Park with no distinguishing marks except for an ankh-shaped tattoo.
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With the premise, this could have been an amazing book. I love stories where dissimilar people have to come together to help each other through either hard times or a mystery. Secret Society had intrigue, solid characters and a plot that could have been spectacular. And for the most part it lived up to my expectations.
And then it did something that I hate: it kinda crapped out on the ending. I always feel cheated when a good book jumps the shark at the very end, and that’s what I feel this one did. Instead of venturing out on a limb, the author chose a pretty cheesy and expected ending.
I’m not saying it had to pull of a Sixth Sense kind of surprise ending or anything, but I was left feeling very meh about the book once I finished it.
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Thanks to HarperCollins Canada for providing a review copy of Secret Society.