It’s books like The Assassin Game that kill people. It’s books like this that plant the idea that killing is a game, where already devious people spiral downward into psychosis. The author should be ashamed.

The story illustrates how a foolish crusade of showing teenage toughness gets out-of-hand. Survival becomes an ego trip to, at least, one of them, and  pretense is warped into humans’ ugliest reality, harming and killing other human beings. I think that in this day and age, writing fictional tragedies of high school students harming or killing other high school students is too close to reality for comfort.