My physical TBR has been stacking up like a badly played game of Jenga. I average about a book a week, but for some reason the pile feels like it’s growing faster than I can read. (Probably because it is—I have a habit of “rewarding” myself for finishing one book by buying two or three more. Book math is wild.)
This past Sunday, I decided to stop staring at the tower of unread spines and actually do something about it. The plan was simple: dedicate the whole day to one book, pick something long enough to feel like a challenge but short enough to realistically finish, and just read.
Enter My Best Friend’s Exorcism by Grady Hendrix.
I’ve been a Grady fan for a while—his mix of campy horror and sharp humor is a sweet spot for me. My Best Friend’s Exorcism checked all the boxes: the nostalgic 80s setting, the absurd-yet-creepy possession plotline, and that trademark balance of 🤯 (what did I just read?) and 🤣 (I can’t believe I’m laughing at this right now).
What I love about Hendrix is that his books don’t just lean into horror tropes—they embrace the weirdness and then remind you that the real heart of the story is in the characters. Here, it’s about friendship and loyalty, even when things get messy… or, you know, demon-messy.
By the end of the day, not only had I knocked another book off my TBR, but I’d been reminded why I keep coming back to Hendrix’s work. The man knows how to make horror fun, and sometimes that’s exactly what a Sunday calls for.
Now if only finishing one meant my TBR stack actually shrank. Spoiler: it didn’t.
Drifting with Dalton 
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