Grady Hendrix is a newly discovered treasure.
This year has been a challenge for many of us. And we all deal with challenges differently. I watch the same tv shows over and over. Usually Scrubs or House.
Or make an attempt at yoga to calm my frantic thoughts.
Or I read.
This last month or so especially. First it was The Final Girl’s Support Group. The reviews alone made it worth a look. I finished it in less than a day.
As soon as this is posted, I’ll be finishing the last few chapters of The Southern Book Club’s Guide to Slating Vampires.
While the third, We Sold Our Souls, is sitting beside me, waiting for it’s turn.
I haven’t been this excited to read an writer’s work since Joe Hill and Heart-Shaped Box. Still one of my favorite novels ever, and on of the few that actually scared me.
And Chuck Palahniuk’s Fight Club.
While Hendrix’s books are horror novels, the nostalgia they bring to my mind is strangely comforting. I am reliving my childhood and early teenage years through his words. While what I have so far read may not be set in the 80’s, they very much remind me of those days.
Sitting in the theater, far too young to be allowed, watching Halloween, Prom Night, Final Exam. There’s echoes of a time in the not so distant passed resonating in the stories. Final girls, book club moms, bands selling their souls to the devil….all very familiar to me.
If you haven’t read any, I highly recommend them.