Bree, Olivia, Kitty, and Margot have nothing in common—at least that’s what they’d like the students and administrators of their elite private school to think. The girls have different goals, different friends, and different lives, but they share one very big secret: They’re all members of Don’t Get Mad, a secret society that anonymously takes revenge on the school’s bullies, mean girls, and tyrannical teachers.
When their latest target ends up dead with a blood-soaked “DGM” card in his hands, the girls realize that they’re not as anonymous as they thought—and that someone now wants revenge on them. Soon the clues are piling up, the police are closing in . . . and everyone has something to lose.
Oh, I’m sorry. Did you think this was gonna be just another Teen Meanies book? Oh ho ho. No.
This book right here is a tightly plotted whodunit about a secret vigilante gang of mismatched high school girls who stick it to the man and the resident bullies. They’re like Zorro. If he was a teenage girl with a multiple personality disorder.
Because there is Bree, the alt-girl who’s also rich and entitled and hates being a politician’s daughter (she also gets the serious love interest).
Yeah, yeah. Poor you.
And Margot, the cubby tech genius who’s the lowest on the social totem pole, but of course the lynch pin for every one of their projects.
It’s freakish.
And Kitty, the student body president, perfect extracurricular Asian athlete.
Perfection is taxing.
And lastely, there is Olivia, the talented one with a good old binge addiction (because you can’t aspire to Hollywood without body image issues).
It’s a cast you’ve seen before sure, but these girls have formed a little Robin Hood Girls In Tights band of internet shaming. They don’t go after humiliation, but hypocrisy. I still don’t get how or why they got together in the first place, but it doesn’t matter because SOMEONE DIES PRETTY EARLY ON. And they get blamed for it. Even though no one knows who they are.
It wasn’t us. We swear.
There are a ton of suspects because the victim wasn’t exactly Mary Poppins. My bet is on this guy.
I actually REALLY wanted answers while reading this book. There are threads connecting good guys and bad guys all over the place. You never feel secure with anyone. But maybe … keep your ceramic Precious Moments collection far away from your throwing arm when you read the last chapter. Ok? That little lamb doesn’t deserve it.
NO ONE TOLD ME THIS WAS #1 IN A SERIES!
The thing I love about Gretchen McNeil’s writing is that it takes you there. You can see the film scrolling through your imagination as you read. Her other novels, Ten and 3:59, were equally cinematic.
So go throw on some hideously colored tights, uncomfortable flats and a giant ass bow and grab Get Even today!
Want a copy of Get Even (ARC)?? Just comment below and tell me your favorite teen flick. We will randomly pick a winner for the ARC. May the odds be ever in your favor! CRAP wrong book where teenagers die. Sorry.
