Bury Me With Barbie

by Wyborn Senna

[Leah]

When I downloaded Bury Me With Barbie to my Kindle, I was intrigued. Like most girls, I had Barbies growing up. What I didn’t know is that there’s such a thing as Barbie collectors. People who make it their mission in life to collect rare Barbies. It was an intriguing plot for a novel – that a fellow Barbie collector ends up killing other Barbie collectors in her bid to have the best Barbie collection, but I didn’t feel like Wyborn Senna pulled it off.

Honestly? I found the novel boring. All the descriptions of all the Barbies soon tired me out. There were just so many, with different outfits and accessories and it just got too much. A Barbie is a Barbie, surely? Who knows? Evidently a Barbie isn’t just a Barbie otherwise PJ has no reason for her crimes. The crimes themselves were interesting – and fairly clever, actually; but, again, it never felt like it was a novel that knew what genre it wanted to be. Was it a crime novel? Chick Lit? I have no idea.

This one wasn’t really the novel for me, which was a shame. It sounded intriguing, and some of the kills were intriguing, and I did enjoy Caresse Redd. But the OTT Barbie descriptions were boring, and I’m still not sure what that ending was. It just STOPPED. I hate that. If you don’t have the guts to follow through on your ending, I end up losing a massive amount of respect, because I don’t want a cliff-hanger. A cliff-hanger is for a book that has a sequel. I want to know definitively what happened, cut and dried. There were two implied endings, but I wanted ONE. I hate indecisive endings.