The Summary:
According to J.M. Barrie and Jeffrey Boam, lost boys don't grow up because they don't want to. They don't want to relinquish the heady explorations and unending adventures of adolescence for the responsibilities of adulthood. They hunger for an eternity in the blissful twilight between childhood licentiousness and adult liberty, when they are free from any sort of interference or obligation to anything but their own onanistic pleasures.
According to Sonia Hartl, lost girls don't grow up because they aren't given the chance to. They spend their lives as daughter, wives, and mothers, caught in a revolving door of infantilizing, idealized identities that tie them to others in ways that leave little room for adventure and self-exploration. The men in their lives repeatedly tell them they either want too much or don't know what they want - thus, girls need men to tell them what they should want, and then provide it.
These girls are stuck in time, even before they become vampires.
Enter our antagonist, Elton-of-the-unspecified-surname. Originally from the 1890s, this sadistic vampire has spent the past century crushing the rose-colored lenses of a series of teen girls, promising them the life of their dreams before leaving them for undead.
Which is where we find our protagonist, Holly. Recently abandoned by the man who said he'd stay with her for eternity, she's settled into a sustainable (if not entirely comfortable) routine. With her perpetual perm and teenaged face, (not to mention the supernatural connection that keeps dragging her to whatever town Elton has moved onto next), she's stuck shuffling from one minimum wage job to another, the tedium of her eternal existence interrupted only by library books.
That is, until Elton decides to return to their hometown with the hopes of screwing over a new girl. Back in the town that hosted her awkward teenage years, Holly is hunted down by Elton's vengeful other exes, Ida and Rose. They want to destroy the creep who made them this way, and they need Holly's help to do so.
Of course, the plan is quickly derailed when Holly finds herself falling for Elton's new target. Bright, droll, and achingly insecure Parker reminds Holly a lot of herself a few decades ago, and what starts as an attempt to save her from Elton's schemes quickly becomes an impassioned romantic entanglement that leaves both of these lost girls grappling with the ethical compunctions of eternity. One vampire, one human, they are both drawn to each other by their shared familial strife and need to be seen. They find in each other a genuine appreciation of their personal ingloriousness. For the girls they are and the women they will never be.
(There are also kisses in literal closets).
The Review:
I went into this book with high expectations. I'm glad many of them were met, though the ending left my taste buds feeling like they had gone ten rounds with a grape-jelly-and-beef-jerky smoothie. It's the first YA novel I read since I graduated high school, and I know I would have been thrilled to read it when I was sixteen and disillusioned and dating people I cringe to remember now.
But reading it now, I found it hard to ignore that The Lost Girls is not quite the girl-gang story it's been marketed as. For one thing, there is a looming existential melancholy that would be more at home in an Anne Rice novel than a Lumberjanes comic. It's less a gleefully violent celebration of friendship and girl power than it is a realistic look at the odd camaraderie that comes from shared traumatic experiences and the romance that comes from having someone who really seem to understand you when the whole world doesn't seem to. Hartl gently pokes fun at the "not like other girls" mentality while also describing the sort of upbringing that might foster it in the first place.
Other good moments are when Hartl lampshades the genre this book owes so much to - teen supernatural romances. Elton is a conniving dirtbag of the highest order, a master manipulator who knows just how to play the sensitive brooding romantic and seduce teen girls who mainly process the world through "Austen, Brontë, or poetry". He's even got a pocketful of rose petals to shower over his girl du jour and show her how whimsigoth he is, all the while wearing away at her self-worth so that she'll be more amenable to the idea of ditching her family to run off with him and get turned. Yikes.
In contrast to the performative nonsense of that relationship, Holly and Parker seem to connect more because of shared a) interests and b) trauma. Because what good LGBTQ+ horror novel doesn't feature paragraphs upon pages of trauma-bonding? It's practically a genre convention.
But the great moments are when it digs deeper into the subtext of that shared history, showing the nuances of women's relationships to each other and the ways social isolation makes one susceptible to abusive relationships. I appreciated how Hartl took the time to sketch out Holly's relationships with other women - platonic, romantic, and otherwise. While the male love interests in this novel are non-caricatured sendups of the "nice guy" and "seductive sleazebag sociopath" archetypes, the women are given much more depth and humanity.
Despite all but one of them being, you know, not human.
Holly's blossoming romance with Parker is the stuff gaydreams are made of: a delightfully charming flirtation between two people who start off at odds with each other but grow to genuinely care about and find pleasure in the other's company. The progression from mistrust to affection to full-on making out is excellently paced. There are tons of cute moments that more than make up for the unsettling tension that arrives whenever Elton shows up, either in person or as a topic of conversation.
We rarely see platonic friendships between women centered in horror fiction, and watching Holly have to reckon with the ways her blind devotion of Elton frayed her connection with someone who cared about her as much as Stacey did was painful and real. Their relationship is shown to have its own share of scars and power imbalances (both before and after death), and the way these were slowly drawn out and elaborated on was refreshing to see. Trite as that description might sound, it really felt like splashing a handful of cool water in your face on a muggy summer morning, and looking at the world with fresher, clearer eyes.
And anyone who's read Poppy Z. Brite will get a morbid laugh or two from Stacey's post-death choices.
Of course, this made the ending hurt a hell of a lot more. If only Holly's dynamic with Parker had half as much balance. If you are looking for a fun, happy-for-now ending between two fluffy sapphics with a healthy power dynamic, this is not going to end well for you. But if you are looking for a strange, humorously gory teen revenge story with eclectic characters and interesting metaphors for the power our histories have over us, you'll find a lot to enjoy here.
The vampire lore was creative, with a lot of unique touches and a certain grounded matter-of-factness that fit Holly's more world-weary side well. If you are faint of heart or prone to squeamishness at the thought of severed human limbs being used to construct furniture or unsparingly gory descriptions of precisely how those limbs were severed from their bodies, you'll probably want to avoid this book. But if the thought of visceral violence in the vein of Kill Bill or Exquisite Corpse (but in an SFW, ya-targeted way) appeals to you, so will this book. It is very macabre, very detailed, and very entertaining. Maybe not 80's splatterpunk paperback levels of unhinged, but it's still got a relative lot.
But be forewarned, the ending does delve into some iffy territory. For all the hype about the ex-girlfriend-stealing-the-girl-premise, their actual romance between the two women seems to be an afterthought. Especially given the ending.
The Born Sexy Yesterday trope got lambasted by Anita Sarkeesian for a reason, and that reason is the discomforting vulnerability at play. ( Spoiler, highlight to read: Parker is literally reduced to a tabula rasa, a blank slate with no memories and therefore no opinions. The way Hartl describes Holly casually dismissing her old feelings towards Stacey after forgetting what it meant to be best friends sets up concerning in-lore implications for when she later reads potential romantic sentiments into Parker's hand holding and expects this complete amnesiac to return her feelings. End of spoiler.)
I hope there is a sequel that grapples with these implications, because otherwise I am left with a hastily resolved, half-baked, dubiously consensual dynamic of the sort I never tolerated in m/f supernatural romances (despite it being all too common there). The writing also does veer into the amateurish at moments, with some painfully puerile lines that echo the worst excesses of un-beta'd PWP fanfiction - which is bothersome, because it is juxtaposed with all the absolutely squee-worthy ways Holly describes Parker's smile.
Seriously, I will scream if I am subject to another description of "bee-stung lips". I have seen bee stings. There is nothing remotely sexy about them. Especially if they are infected.
To end on a more positive note, aroace readers might be cheered to find representation in Ida, an avant-garde vampire artist (and Elton's first victim), whose favored mode of creative expression involves repurposing the limbs of unfortunate humans she has drained.
Trigger warnings: gore, violence, murder, abusive relationships, attempted sexual assault