If you've been looking for a novel that riffs on Scooby-Doo, landing somewhere in the overlapping middle ground of piss-take and loving riff counterpoised with small-town Lovecraftian badness, with side helpings of awesome doggo, bildungsromain, and lesbian romance, look no further--this is the book that's been missing in your life. Even if you aren't looking for such a novel, this is very much worth reading: The prose is frequently laugh-out-loud funny, and there's deeper stuff lurking in it (and that's not just the abandoned mine).
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Episode Thirteen by Craig DiLouie
This is labeled as an epistolary novel, but that's not entirely right. There are entries that could not possibly have been written, fr...
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I read this book like thirty years ago (ack!) when I was in college, and I remembered liking it, and when my wife picked it as a classic-i...
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The cover text calls this something like "one of the most important novels" blah blah blah. It's not a novel, it's a disc...
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Not a novel, which ... well ... some of the events described in the book would stretch credulity in fiction. It's a book about the lie...
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