![]() ![]() ![]() I will go onto say that, toward the end – the book is broken into sections titled with the stages of grief – but somewhere almost three quarters of the way through “Depression” and pretty far off from “Acceptance” the whole book came together for me in a way that really only Grady Hendrix has managed to do for me since I read Fear Street books as a tween/teen in the 90’s, which is to say that while I was already enjoying the story as a horror novel (a straight-up supernatural horror for the Oregon Trail Generation now in their early 40s) I hadn’t really gotten the emotional impact of what the novel was presenting. ![]() … and that’s really all I’ll say about that. Suffice it to say: I had no idea about the puppets. It’s really that simple, and that’s how I ended up with How to Sell a Haunted House though I had promised myself I wouldn’t buy any new books until all the books I already had were read. He is, to me, a guaranteed book buy if I’m happening by a bookstore and I see a title of his on a table display. ![]() The books of his I haven’t read are ones that I just haven’t made time for. It is enough for me to see his name on the cover when Quirk Books posts about an upcoming release or I’m on my Netgalley and a new title of his pops up on my available ARCs. The thing about Grady Hendrix novels is that I read them without bothering to read the synopses anymore. ![]()
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