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Book Review: Dollhouse by Anya Allyn

This book is so friggin' suspenseful. The entire time I was on the edge of my seat as if I were watching a horror movie. The book got so suspenseful, that I had to put it down for a day. I did, because I wanted to know the truth right then and there!

So, we have main character Cassie from Miami, FL! I love references to FL, yay! Then we have Aisha, Lacey, and Ethan. They are doing a school project out in the woods. After a spat Aisha storms off and gets lost. So lost that once they go after her, it's like she completely disappeared. Since Ethan is her boyfriend police suspect him. Are they right to, or is he being framed?

There's a creepy mansion in the middle of the forest, but the police have already searched there from top to bottom and came up with nothing. So, Ethan decides he is going to go back into the forest to find his girlfriend and clear his name. Cassie and Lacey decide to help him.

Going inside the mansion, ok, no big deal right? They sneak in once the guy who owns it leaves. It's once they go deeper into the mansion and get stuck in this underground dollhouse where things get really messed up. I mean, seriously messed up. They are given tea that makes them sleep, they are starved, and forced to dress up like dolls. It's really a mind fuck trying to navigate a way out of this dollhouse. Every time they tried to escape and they ended right back in the same tunnel I screamed and cried for them.

Jessamine strips them of their given names and gives them creepy names, and basically keeps them as her play things. It's really bizarre, with a lot of supernatural flare. I still have so many unanswered questions, which I am hoping are answered once I continue the series!

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