Grady Hendrix has a reputation for writing funny Horror novels, but this wasn't--and didn't really seem intended to be--funny; the fact it took just half the novel before some (and only some) of the characters stopped feeling like cariacatures didn't change that. It's a thoroughly conventional, if well written, haunted house story, complete with family secrets and an exorcism. I didn't much like the main characters (and I spent a lot of the novel convinced Hendrix didn't, either) but the ending of the story--and the short denouement--felt at least earned, and as though there'd been some change/growth/whatever.
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Burned by Edward Humes
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