I especially love ghost stories so naturally the title of this book grabbed my interest. But I quickly came to discover that the horror genre has really grown in popularity and variety over the years and I have branded out into more and more horror as time has gone one. I always thought to horror as ‘slicer dicer’ or ‘zombie’ books and it just wasn’t my thing. Read past columns at I first started reviewing books, I really shied away from the horror genre.
Terri lives on a hill in Wisconsin with two dogs and 11,000 books. She has been reading since she was 3 years old and never goes anywhere without a book. MORE Bookworm: ‘Deadly Hearts’ a history adventure for the young readerĪND Bookworm: New you for the new year? These books can helpĪLSO Bookworm: You might struggle with ‘Awe,’ you’ll love in the end And for that, you’re going to love “How to Sell a Haunted House,” no strings attached. Why, oh why does it always have to be dolls and puppets? Because it does, of course. Author Grady Hendrix absolutely knows how to make the hair stand up on the back of your neck, but he also knows how to wink at readers who are ready to get a joke. The only thing better would be a ghost.Īnd nightmares, and animals with tiny teeth, and electric tools that behave on their own, an attic, beloved stuffed toys with the capability for disappointment, and a thick thread of dark humor trailing lazily throughout this story. The story inside this book offers maximum creepiness, freaky googly-eyes, and dolls that move. If there was a dial on the outside of “How to Sell a Haunted House,” you wouldn’t be surprised to see it turned up high. She’d go home and forget it all happened. True Fact Number Two: they were creepy things, and the worst of her childhood. Truthfully, though, she’d probably just throw it all away later. He tried to bar Louise from getting their mother’s crafts and dolls, that awful taxidermed squirrel Nativity, all the marionettes and puppets and Pupkin, but Louise was adamant. He wanted the house cleaned out immediately, even before the funeral. It didn’t help that Mark was being a jerk. But then her parents were killed in an accident, she had to hurry home, and if that wasn’t enough heartbreak, she learned that they’d left everything to Mark, except their mother’s artwork. That was embarrassing and somewhat traumatic, which is why Louise moved to California long ago, as far from Charleston as she could get. Sometimes, it felt as if Louise and Mark were raised with a third sibling, a ratty old puppet named Pupkin that their mother’d had since she was a child. Nancy Joyner had been a good mother, but her focus was more on doll collecting, puppet-making, and puppet-ministry for the church. She couldn’t say she had a bad childhood, but it wasn’t normal, either.
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