
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
The author of Mall of Cthulhu tells a story about a family that takes a seaside vacation at Dagon Heights, NJ.
Families should not take vacations at places called Dagon Heights.
Tongue-in-cheek horror tale (a riff on Lovecraft's The Shadow Over Innsmouth, if you missed the reference), there aren't enough outright jokes to call this a comedy--it's more a very light thriller and reading it is a perfectly good way to spend an evening.
It could also double as the novel version of a teen horror flick (just as Mall of Cthulhu could have been the pilot for a Buffy-knockoff TV series.) There is the requisite morality play built in, but happily Cooper is enough of a mensch that in his world smoking dope and having sex are not the sins that get punished.
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