Dead Girls Don't Write Letters - Gail Giles

Gail Giles would kick the crap out of M. Night Shama-whats-it when it comes to the twist ending.

I love Gail Giles.

Dead Girls Don't Write Letters is a very loose version of the prodigal son story. (For those of you that aren't familiar, check out comparativereligion.com. Pretty cool). Sunny's older sister, Jazz, died in a fire a few months ago. Their dad starts drinking, their mom falls apart, and Sunny (except for the whole parents=crazy thing) is actually pretty happy. Everyone else had seen Jazz as this beautiful, vibrant and wonderful girl. Only Sunny knew that she was actually the devil--manipulative, selfish and just plain horrible. But then, Sunny gets a letter from Jazz. And she's coming home.
I read this book in about 45 minutes. And it was a good thing that the house wasn't burning down or anything, because I wouldn't have moved until I was done. Now I have to track down Playing in Traffic. After I've read that one, I'll just have to sit around and wait until she writes another one.