The May Queen Murders.

Stay on the roads. Don’t enter the woods. Never go out at night.
Those are the rules in Rowan’s Glen, a remote farming community in the Missouri Ozarks where Ivy Templeton’s family has lived for centuries. It’s an old-fashioned way of life, full of superstition and traditions passed down from the elders, and sixteen-year-old Ivy loves it. The other kids at school may think the Glen kids are weird, but Ivy doesn’t care; she has her cousin Heather as her best friend. The two girls are closer than sisters, and they share everything with each other—or so Ivy thinks. When Heather goes missing after a May Day celebration, Ivy discovers both her best friend and her beloved hometown are as full of secrets as the woods that surround them.This is going to be another pretty short review because unfortunately I found this book uninspiring. I didn’t love it or hate it, which says something because I view things in black and white and this was definitely gray.

When I first came across this book, I fell for the cover. What is this magic!? Someone was on their a game when they chose this art work, it was beautiful!. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it. Then one day when I was browsing Net Galley, I saw that it was up for grabs, and I didn’t think twice. I asked, and I received. I couldn’t wait to start reading it… Too bad for me, the story didn’t match the cover, it didn’t even come close. I honestly don’t even know what to think about this book. When you start reading a book, I think we all know that you can kind of get a vibe of the book within the first few pages. It doesn’t always mean that the book will be good or bad, there is just a certain flow that either helps you get into the story, or makes it hard for you to. When I started this one,  everything just felt SLLLOOWW.  Like, super super slow. I couldn’t really get a grasp on what was happening. All I was picturing was little house on the prairie, ethnic style. I was waiting for that bitch Nellie Oleson, to pop up and start some shit and honestly, that probably would have made this book more bearable. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t get into the story, everything about it was a turnoff, from the way the setting was described, to the way they spoke. I was just wondering what the hell was wrong with these folks? Needless to say, I didn’t have it in me to finish this bland saltine of a story. I heard somewhere that The May Queen Murders is based off of M. Night Shyamalan’s The Village. I think I’d rather watch the movie…

*I was given this Net Galley ARC for my honest opinion.