Strikingly shallow characters abound in this brief horror-fest. High-school senior Jessie was not responsible for her younger brother’s death. Although she loved him, he was arrogant and reckless. After he drives the family car into a tree while street racing, and dies, she is nonetheless left feeling guilty, alone with her grief-stricken mother who won’t even acknowledge her presence. What’s a girl to do? Jessie cuts her hair, dons her dead brother’s clothes and morphs into him, at first playacting, but later allowing her character to be subsumed by his stronger, from-beyond-the-grave will. With the exception of a loyal friend who tries to intervene on her behalf, no one seems to have enough character or sense to do more than mildly object, including Jessie herself. One hopes this isn’t an editorial comment on weak-willed girls. The strongest feature of this banal effort is its shortness; even the most reluctant of readers might be enticed to pick up a slender horror novel that delivers, in true Twlight Zone fashion, a chillingly nasty conclusion. (Horror. 12 & up)
