[Review] Jane Healey’s Ophelia Girls

I have been wondering lately on the tendency of teenage girls to interrogate the meanings of death. Slumber parties dipped in explorations of the supernatural by way of daring such superstitions as Bloody Mary in bathroom mirrors. Paper folded into predictions for the future. Emulations of media’s greatest tragic heroines in games of make believe that teeter on the edge of reality. All of these are fairly commonplace…