Going to a house party in an island moored far away from the mainland might sound a bit too much for Meg, but she doesn't think being gone for the weekend away from the parents would hurt. Especially when T.J.'s going to be at that party. But when a weekend of no rules and no limits turns into a living nightmare with the partygoers turning up dead one by one, the remaining teens end up wary and distrustful of each other. This is one weekend that anyone can seem to do without.
Well, I'd probably warn people that this wasn't really for people who are unaccustomed to pretty grisly deaths in books. While I didn't much blink an eye because Rick Yancey's The Monstrumologist series pretty much made everything pale in comparison when it comes to gore, people who are thinking just along the lines of la-la-stabbity-stab-stab might end up surprised.
Meg was probably the most sane of the bunch, but then that would probably be biased since we're whisked to the story via her perspective. What she thought was supposed to be a fun party was shot when she realized that basically almost everyone in the house were jerks. I don't know about you guys, but a house party with no chaperones in a pretty secluded island already sounds like the perfect horror flick set-up for me, so I'm not exactly what possessed seemingly smart Meg to say yes to this party.
And because these teens have probably never watched The Ring, they watch a DVD only to end up with the warning: Vengeance is mine, only to find that a bit later, surprise surprise, there's already something happening in the house.
I actually finished Ten in one sitting, so it wasn't pretty bad. While I am in no way a fan of "Whodunnit" thrillers because I always end up wrong and probably because I am already casting suspicious looks at everyone from the get-go which makes it more annoying for me, Ten is a pretty easy read for newbies who are into thrillers. Enthusiasts of the genre might find this one a bit predictable, but Ten would be interesting for people who don't read thrillers more often. Provided that you're not that squeamish, of course.