When I finished The Roanoke Girls by Amy Engel, I texted the friend who let me borrow it and said, “well, this was messed up.” It was a bit of a train wreck that I just couldn’t look away from. When Lane is 15, her mother dies by suicide and she goes home to live with the grandparents and a cousin her age, whom she hasn’t ever met. Over the summer, she learns about her family and all the dead girls it consists of. The story flashes between that summer and the present day when Lane is called home because her cousin has gone missing. The entire book is unsettling – you know there is something else happening, but it takes some time to sort it out. You can expect just about every trigger that exists in this book, too. This one is a wild ride.