Wow, I mean I remember Fear Street books being pretty bad in a tacky, yet fun way, but The Dead Boyfriend, R. L. Stine’s fifth instalment in the Fear Street reboot was just a whole new level of trash. The plot was on rails with a completely nonsensical twist and characters that barely bothered to show up.
There was something almost visceral, and sexy about the old Fear Street novels. The Fear Street Saga is still one of the trilogies I remember most from my childhood. There was gore, romance, horror and thrills galore! I re-read them recently and found myself laughing at how implausibly silly the whole thing was, bit I still had fun reading them. The Dead Boyfriend just left me disappointed and nostalgic for some Point Horror.