💖🔪 Rot, Rage, and Glitter
We All Rot Eventually by Mia Ballard
📚 Finished Reading: We All Rot Eventually
📏 Length: 98 pages
💫 Vibe: Slasher core ambition, femme villainy, blood soaked hunger for fame
“Tomorrow, I tell myself. Tomorrow will change everything… It means people saying my name like it means something, saying it with reverence, like a secret they get to hold in their mouths.”
— Alexa Valentine
First, let's talk about Alexa. Fuckin. Valentine.👏🏾👏🏾
She’s sharp-tongued, bloodthirsty, and on the verge of exploding. From the first page, she’s already halfway feral. Hungry. Determined. The kind of girl who’s stared into the abyss and said, Make me famous, I don’t care the cost.
This was my first horror novella and I tore through it in one sitting. Just 98 pages of gore, glitter, and full throttle delusion. TikTok recommended it based on Camp Damascus, and honestly? A perfect match. But where Camp Damascus whispers its horror, this one screams. 😱😱
The best part? Alexa gave me serious Maxine Minx energy. 🧨
If you’ve seen X or MaXXXine, you already know what kind of obsession I’m talking about. That dangerous, unstoppable hunger for fame. That “I don’t care who I have to kill, I will be remembered forever” mindset. Both Alexa and Maxine are femme, fierce, and deep in their villain girl era; spinning in blood and rhinestones, and fucking daring you to look away.
“The thing told me to do it, and I listened because it was right. We all rot eventually. We all fall apart. Why should I feel bad about trading blood for glory?” 😈😏
Damnnnn. That line from this read lived rent free in my head for hours after finishing!
The horror in this novella is fast paced; it slashes, splatters, a rollercoaster ride with sharp turns, but so does the commentary. It’s about fame. Power. The desperation to be famous is front and center . Alexa’s spiraling monologues feel like a mirror held up to every girl who’s ever been underestimated, overlooked, or told to be quiet, especially as an Afro Latina. She doesn’t just want the spotlight. She wants to set the stage on fire and watch it burn to the ground.
“Fame is a fire, and I want to burn with it until there’s nothing left.”
Say less Alexa!
This book reads like a slasher where the final girl is also the monster, and you’re still rooting for her. It’s brutal. It’s glittery. It’s unhinged in the most fun way. And Alexa’s voice? Loud, clear, hella unforgettable. I could hear her laughing at the edge of every page.
“I am famous. Alexa Valentine will be famous after this.”
And honestly? I believe her. 😭
This book gave me:
🔪 Femme rage and fame hunger
💖 Unapologetic villain era
🩸 Glitter and gore, teeth and lipstick
🔥 Monologues that bite
📺 Fame as obsession, as prophecy
🧠 Psychological unraveling that hits hard
Final thoughts:
Short but deadly. Like a blood soaked manifesto for every girl who’s ever wanted to be remembered and didn’t care what it cost. Mia Ballard snapped. I’ll be reading everything she writes next.