I face-palmed every time she rationalized or laughed off an odd occurrance that clearly spelled D-E-M-O-N to the reader. I found the first-person aspect refreshing, and deeply moving. You hear that, scary thoughts? You’re not welcome ‘round these parts! Git! Scram! Shoo! You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here! I want any and all thoughts I’m having about this book out of my head now, so I don’t have to think about it ever again. So much so that I skipped the usual 24-hour period I usually give myself to mull a book over before writing about it. Okay, so needless to say, this book scared the crap out of me. How silly that would be…So what if I’m visiting a new church on Sunday? An agnostic can go to church if she wants to, right? Not that I actually, you know, believe in any of that stuff.
Once past the point of “aaaaaand now you’re fucked,” the victim is forced to share his/her body with an evil entity, watch all the hope and happiness of his/her old life slip irrevocably away, and accept the consequences of unspeakable actions committed by the entity that’s decided to stake its claim on him/her. Like the weeping angels in the Doctor Who episode “Blink,” human-possessing demons rob you of your life and yourself without technically killing you. Much like those obscure, almost-impossible-to-diagnose-yet-gruesomely-deadly diseases that are the reason I don’t read science magazines anymore.Īnd it’s not that you’ve been eaten or beaten or gnawed on or had “boo” whispered in your ear. Once any connections are made to possession, the victim is pretty much screwed. It starts off subtly enough, its symptoms innocuous or vague enough to be explained away by a plethora of alternative causes. Zombies are slow (unless they’re RAGE infected, but I figure you’d get used to having to fight even those suckers off after a while), vampires can be dispatched of with garlic and pointy wood. Hey, don’t laugh! As I’ve mentioned elsewhere, ghosts are essentially harmless. That is because Sara Gran’s Come Closer gives a fictional (yet hella convincing) first person account of the one thing guaranteed to scare me out of my brainpan: demon possession. While I could not bring myself to take a break from reading it, I needed copious amounts of wine to see myself through to the ending. That said, I want to start this review with a caveat: this will not be my most well-written review ever. I assure you my current state of creepin’ heebeejeebees will pass, and I will be right as rain tomorrow. Also, regardless of what follows, please do not feel bad. This is definitely a well-written book, and I highly respect your taste in horror.
Please do not take anything that follows as a lack of gratitude for your recommendation or a slam on your taste. Firstly: Many thanks to my wonderful roommate Ameni for lending me this book.
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