I think the “Precious Blood” trilogy might count as a hate crime: a review

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I understand how the internet works well enough, and I know people prefer to watch videos about subjects they are already familiar with. I get it. But I beg you, please, to listen to this video. 

I have found a book trilogy unlike any other, the kind of thing bad book lovers have always sought: unchecked, ripened outrageousness and offense in a mainstream YA veneer. This series came out from Simon and Schuster in 2013 and I keep getting the impulse to contact every name involved in the acknowledgement section and shake them down for answers. This is uniquely one of the most horrifyingly bad books I’ve ever discovered and no one knows about it. There’s way more wiggle room for indie novels, but this wasn’t indie. So many people had to sign off on what I’m going to tell you, edit and improve it, and that in itself is a nightmare.

This is because The Blessed, later renamed Precious Blood, is both floor to ceiling unstopped insanity but also profoundly harmful. I’m going to list content warnings after this introduction and more than ever I am not kidding. 

This is a trilogy about three teenage girls who torture and die after meeting a hot boy once. It’s a story about three teens who murder without abandon and who are glorified for it because their foes are unnamed villains and homeless drug addicts. This is one of the most visceral violent and hateful books I’ve ever read and I am far from sensitive to extreme content. This is a manifesto of death for vaguely defined faith but in the style of gossip girl.

It is ludicrous and puzzling and the author probably was paid more money at once than you ever will be for it, by a big 5 publisher. Please, if you can handle it, listen to me. My tale of woe. To Precious Blood and all its absurdity. 

Who let this get made?