Joey Comeau's first horror outing, One Bloody Thing After Another, is perhaps creepier and more unsettling than this summer-camp slasher. But The Summer Is Ended and We Are Not Yet Saved gets the nod for importing the genre from film into prose while layering in subtle, smart commentary on our thirst for teen blood. Eleven-year-old Martin is used to entrails—his mother does special-effect makeup for horror movies—but would like to keep his inside of his body. A maniac employed at his bible camp has other intentions. The title of Comeau's previous novel would have worked here just as well: the gory killings are one bloody thing after the other, stacking up as a reminder that we've created a prolific genre around watching kids get murdered in inventive ways.
—Steve Foxe