I wish I had read the reviews on Amazon before I grabbed this Reese pick from the library. The House in the Pines by Ana Reyes only garnered 3.6 stars and I know why. While it was a page-turner, you wanted to know the ending, and it was creative, it was too far-fetched to suspend disbelief. I’d give this one a pass. “Maya was a high school senior when her best friend, Aubrey, dropped dead in front of the enigmatic man named Frank whom they’d been spending time with all summer. Seven years later, Maya lives in Boston with a loving boyfriend and is kicking the secret addiction that has allowed her to cope with what happened years ago, the gaps in her memories, and the lost time that she can’t account for. But her past comes rushing back when she comes across a recent YouTube video in which a young woman suddenly keels over and dies in a diner while sitting across from none other than Frank. Plunged into the trauma that has defined her life, Maya heads to her Berkshires hometown to relive that fateful summer—the influence Frank once had on her and the obsessive jealousy that nearly destroyed her friendship with Aubrey. At her mother’s house, she excavates fragments of her past and notices hidden messages in her deceased Guatemalan father’s book that didn’t stand out to her earlier. To save herself, she must understand a story written before she was born, but time keeps running out, and soon, all roads are leading back to Frank’s cabin. . . .” (Amazon) The risks the main character takes are just implausible and you just can’t believe the people around her deal with her at all. Boo.