Look, if your 16-year-old devours Riley Sager and loves Scream movies, they'll probably tear through this in a weekend. Preston delivers what she promises: teens getting murdered in a spooky castle during a storm. It's competently done genre fiction.
But let's be real—this is literary fast food. The setup is Agatha Christie's greatest hits, the execution is predictable, and you won't remember much a month after finishing. Parent reviews are right that Preston keeps it relatively clean (no sex scenes, no gore porn), but 'clean' doesn't mean 'appropriate for 13-year-olds.' This is still a book where teenagers die.
The WISE score reflects that this is dark, formulaic entertainment without much nutritional value. It won't traumatize your horror-loving 16-year-old, but it's not enriching them either. It's the literary equivalent of a slasher sequel—fine if that's your jam, but nobody's writing essays about its deeper meaning.






