It's one of those books that's very hard to talk about without ruining the story. The story is told in the first person by a teenaged narrator and is about his struggle to save his small town from a murderous mannequin that's come to life. Sort of.

The writing is actually kind of exhilarating in its very clear voice and you figure out pretty quickly that there's some very impressive authorial sleight of hand going on. Page 55, for example, has one of the best reveals I've ever encountered in a book.

So I'll definitely pick up something else by Stephen Graham Jones next time I'm at Bucket o' Blood, which will be the next time I'm in Chicago.

The first line is "So Shanna got a new job at the movie theater, we thought we'd play a fun prank on her, and now most of us are dead, and I'm really starting to feel kind of guilty about it all".