If You Drank This Much, You'd See Demons, Too. Review of Suburban Hell.

 First, the good news. The action and horror really ramp up as the reader gets closer to the end. As they say, the end of the book sells the next book and Suburban Hell is set up to have a sequel.

The book is kind of funny, but not Ha! Ha! funny. More like ironic funny. For instance, does the fact that the four main characters who think they're not average suburban moms still dress like all the other suburban moms make for irony? What do I make of Amy wearing a red, white, and blue tank top to an exorcism? Is she appealing to the demon's patriotism or was it the only clean thing she had? The color of every tank top is described. Is this because it's necessary to know or is this a comment on how blah suburbia is when there is no demon around to shake things up?

Actually, I like the characters because when push came to shove, they shove back. They consume so much alcohol that I don't know how they stood up much less fought back, but maybe liquid courage helps when fighting a thing that crawled out of hell. I'm needing a drink just thinking about it.

There was enough smirking and eyeball rolling to scare any demons off. If the characters just came after the spirit while smirking and rolling their eyeballs, it would have scared it off and saved a lot of pain and scar tissue, not to mention the price of a book on exorcisms. My smirk-o-meter and eyeball-roll-o-meters were shaking so hard I thought they were possessed. I hope Amy, and Jess, and Liz, and Melissa and the other characters get the smirking and eye rolling out of their systems before the sequel.  

It's a fun and breezy book about evil stuff creeping out of the ground. It's time to move to an apartment building, maybe The Bramford.

Thanks to Netgalley and the publisher for allowing me to read and review an eARC of Suburban Hell.