Bryn did everything with her best friend Erica. So when someone dared Erica to jump off the pier one night at Harding Beach, Bryn was right by her side. But when Bryn made it back to the surface, Erica was nowhere to be found. Bryn tries to make a fresh start by burying her memories of that awful night. But when a Twitter post from “EricaNShaw” pops up on her feed and a chilling voice mail appears on her phone, she realizes that someone isn’t ready to let go of the past…
I received The Dare from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.
Dear Brynna (as that is your name in the ARC and not Bryn like the Goodreads thing says),
It’s not you, it’s me. No, it’s you.
Look, you’re clearly grieving over Erica’s death and your involvement in that incident and for that reason, I feel bad saying that I don’t like you, but…I don’t like you. You’re mopey, which, yes, depression. Who wouldn’t be depressed if her best friend died? And believe me, I understand depression, but that doesn’t mean I have to like you. I won’t let you guilt me into liking you. I don’t think I would have liked you when Erica was alive or in the aftermath of Erica’s death when you turned to alcohol and drugs. I don’t like you as a sober new student in a new town with a new group of instafriends. Aside from your grief, there isn’t much to you.
Plus, you know, most the book is super slow. Things started out great and I was interested in where the story was going to go. I felt sorry for you. You had been through so much. But then things began to drag. There’s a lot of filler that I just don’t care about: your therapist, your parents, your friends. Do you know what the common denominator is there? It’s you.
I tried to keep going because I wanted to know who was stalking you, but then I realized that I don’t care. You don’t deserve it, even if you yourself feel responsible for Erica’s death, but I just don’t care who it is. I can guess, but I don’t even care enough to flip to the end to find out. I feel nothing for you. I don’t care about your instafriends (who I don’t like) or your budding romance with Teddy either.
So, Brynna, I’m sorry. I just can’t keep reading about you anymore. DNF at 34%.