November 27, 2022


Prom House

My book is called Prom House.  By: Chelsea Mueller 

Muller is known for writing gritty, twisty fantasy and thriller novels for adults and teens. I really enjoyed this book. I was on the edge of my seat reading this book for the most part. There were some parts of the book that dragged on but, without the bad parts, we don’t appreciate the good parts. 

The book follows Kylie, a normal teenage girl who walks into a beautiful beach house with her boyfriend  after prom. She talked her parents into spending the weekend after prom in the beautiful house with her friends. Kylie and her friends loved prom, but the after party will be better!  Or So they thought.  A violent storm hits the beach and the power goes out. They light candles everywhere, not what they were expecting but, they will make the most of it. Until people start disappearing and turning up dead. They are all terrified. Who’s lying? Is one of Kylie’s friends a killer? 

“I was not prepared for a house this swanky. As I stood outside on the wide, wraparound porch, I couldn’t help but gape at the glamours dark paneling and white trim. Rentals- especially party rentals- usually came with shabby carpet and dripping refrigerators. Judging by the exterior, this Jersey Shore mansion and none of that. It was movie-level luxe, and I was staying here with my friends for an epic prom weekend.” Pg. 1

This is a great read if you want a fun romance mystery book. It doesn’t seem to dive deep into serious topics. More of a fun thriller. I think the theme of this book is keep your friends close and your enemies closer. And the people around you may not be who you think they are. 


I watched as The giant, poisonous, green looking cloud rise into the sky and flooded the whole city, 

I saw thousands of people drop DEAD. I began to run towards the forest, terrified 

i do not know what’s going on. 

while i’m running it all began to click, my vision start to blur as i think about my family and if they’re okay 

Then I suddenly see the old raggedy dinner table that me and half of my family use to sit at for sunday dinner, and begin to think about the conversation that saved my life. 

The conversation that had been engraved into my head for the past 4 years. (flashback) 

Nia, I want you to finish reading that book by tonight. I’m about to go to the grocery store(My older sister said) I go to my sister’s house every summer because she lives in LA, just to get away from the cold dangerous life of Philly and to get my swim on. 

The only reason we moved from california is because my dad has to travel a lot, since he’s a scientist or whatever . nooo I don’t want to (i wined) the book is soooo boring, and this stuff is never going to happen, it’s a new century now, its 2002 and this book is warning me about unrealistic things that would ONLY happen in the 1970s and in movies, if this did happen, i’m pretty sure that we have the proper tools to prevent it, i stared at her blanky. 

Ohh I never knew you went to college and studied in Environmental science and protection technicians for 8 years and……….., i rolled my eyes as she rambled on and on about how she’s a professional in science and blah blah blah. She would irritate me sometimes with always bragging about how she did this and how she did that. Like SHUT UP SOMETIME NOBODY WANTS TO HEAR THAT EVERYDAY and she only took up that career because our dad did it . Anywayyys dad wants you to read it soooo, im bout to leave before it gets dark, lock the doors ( my sister said) i laid my head on the table frustrated not wanting to move. Then all of a sudden I snapped back into reality. I was on the floor breathing heavy as lala,tyron,mike, and sally yelled my name. Nia! Nia! Nia! Get up, we gotta go. 

As I was getting up there was a sudden BOOM and flames of fire scattered in the air. As we began to run as fast as we could. I heard a sudden splash, I looked over and the tyron den fail in the water, I watched as the poisonous water ate tyron alive. 


                                                                       THE END