Thursday, October 23, 2025

Meddling Kids by Edgar Cantero

 

Synopsis From Back Cover:

In 1977, four teenagers and a dog—Andy (the tomboy), Kate (the nerd), Kerri (the bookworm), Peter (the jock), and Tim (the Weimaraner)—solved the mystery of Sleepy Lake. The trail of an amphibian monster terrorizing the quiet town of Blayton Hills led the gang to spend a night in Deboën Mansion and apprehend a familiar culprit: a bitter old man in a mask. 

Now, in 1990, the twentysomething former teen detectives are lost souls. Plagued by night terrors and Peter's tragic death, the three survivors have been running from their demons. When the man they apprehended all those years ago makes parole, Andy tracks him down to confirm what she's always known, they got the wrong guy. Now she'll need to get the gang back together and return to Blyton Hills to find out what happened in 1977, and this time, she's sure they're not looking for another man in a mask. 

Does anyone of a certain age not love Scooby-Doo? How many of us grew up watching Fred, Daphne, Velma, Shaggy, and Scooby run through spooky mansions catching thieving butlers and shady real estate developers? I own the entire series of Scooby-Doo, Where Are You! and my favorite episode of Supernatural is the one where they’re sucked into a Scooby-Doo cartoon. I even own all the Funko Pops! I’m saying all this to explain why, when I found Meddling Kids at Barnes & Noble, I bought it faster than a cat lapping chain lightning.

Based on the blurb, I was expecting a more adult version of the Scooby gang. I wanted a story that delivered the humor I’d expect, blended with some genuinely scary happenings. I wanted higher stakes and real monsters. What I wasn’t expecting was a full-on Lovecraftian horror story that was hilarious and still managed to make these “kids” feel fully human—flaws and all—rather than the cardboard cutouts this sort of story usually serves up. I mean, let’s face it: as much as I love Scooby-Doo, I’m not expecting a lot of depth from the gang while we’re all haunting out.

Stylistically, reading this was a fricking blast. It regularly switches between second and third person, slips from traditional prose into play format (complete with stage directions), and includes some brilliantly made-up words that the author seems to have invented on the fly. If that sounds like utter chaos—it is. And I loved every single word of it. If any book should be chaotic, it’s a violent Lovecraftian Scooby-Doo send-up that somehow had me laughing out loud and contemplating life, sometimes on the same page.

I had such a good time reading this book that it reminded me of being a kid again—curled up on the couch, watching Scooby and Shaggy get used, once again, as bait in one of Fred’s elaborate traps. It was both nostalgic and refreshingly new at the same time. I’m just hoping we either get a sequel or, even better, a movie. That’s one I’d absolutely be there for on opening night.

Wednesday, October 22, 2025

Favorite Fictional Character --- Grace Le Domas

 

I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this before, but I’m a huge horror movie fan. At last count, I own over 500 physical movies, and I believe it’s safe to say that almost 70% of them are horror. Hell, it might even be more than that. When I go to the movies, nine times out of ten, it’s going to be a horror film. I saw Good Boy two weekends ago (and yes, the dog will absolutely get his own FFC post). This weekend, I think I may go see Shelby Oaks.

One of the best times I’ve ever had in a theater was in 2019 when I watched Ready or Not. For those of you unfamiliar with one of the greatest horror comedies of all time, let me set the stage. Samara Weaving plays our heroine, Grace Le Domas. She’s just married into a rich and powerful family who made their fortune through games—and a little secret deal on the side. When someone marries into the family, the newlywed has to draw a card from an ancient box in the family’s game room. Whatever game is drawn, everyone must play. When Grace pulls her card, it reads Hide and Seek.

Grace, like most of us would, assumes it’ll be a harmless game—she hides, someone finds her, everyone laughs, and the night ends. But she quickly learns that if she’s found, the seeker gets to kill her. If she survives until sunrise, she wins… and the rest of the Le Domas family loses. And trust me, they really, really don’t want to lose.

Grace is one of those characters you can’t help but admire in a huge way. She’s thrown into a situation that most people wouldn’t be able to handle. I’d like to think I have the same fire inside me that she does. Realistically, I’d probably be curled up in a ball, waiting for my time to come. She’s resourceful, quick-thinking, adaptable, and has a pain tolerance I’m downright jealous of. Grace is the kind of character who embodies the inner strength I want for myself. She’s amazing—and I revisit her story at least once a year. Hopefully, you’ll choose to meet her soon yourself.

And yes, I know I was being a little facetious with my opening line—because let’s be real, this isn’t the first (or the last) time I’ve mentioned my love of horror.

Sunday, October 19, 2025

Yes, Daddy by Jonathon Parks-Ramage

 

Synopsis From Dust Jacket:

Jonah Keller moves to New York City with dreams of becoming a successful playwright, but for the time being he lives in a rundown sublet in Bushwick, working extra hours at a restaurant only to barely make rent. When he stumbles upon a photo of Richard Shriver—the glamorous Pulitzer Prize-winning playwright and quite possibly the stepping-stone to the fame he craves—Jonah orchestrates their meeting. The two begin a hungry, passionate affair. 

When summer arrives, Richard invites his young lover for a spell at his sprawling estate in the Hamptons. A tall iron fence surrounds the compound where Richard and a few of his close artist friends entertain, have lavish dinners, and—Jonah can't help but notice—employ a waitstaff of young, attractive gay men, many of whom sport ugly bruises. Soon, Jonah is cast out of Richard's good graces and a sinister underlay begins to emerge. As a series of transgressions lead inexorably to a violent climax, Jonah hurtles toward a decisive revenge that will shape the rest of his life. 

This was not an easy book for me to read, nor is it going to be an easy review to write. Before I start sharing my thoughts on Yes, Daddy by Jonathan Parks-Ramage, I want to lead off with some of my own background to give you an idea of why this book was such a hard one to get through — though I’m so damn glad I did. I’m saying all this because I’m going to talk about subjects that aren’t always easy to read or listen to, so I want to give you an out before continuing. I’ll just be hitting the highlights of my past as they pertain to this book, but there will be no graphic descriptions. If you want to skip that part and go straight to my thoughts on the book, feel free to start after the first three paragraphs.

When I was in Head Start, I had a babysitter who molested me and some of the other kids in her care. The rest of my childhood went like this: a woman tried to get me into her car; a man followed me into a public restroom and tried to get me to open the stall door; an old man I’d just met started rubbing my shoulders and back; a couple who befriended me kept talking about taking me to California to “make a lot of money”; and a boy my age kept trying to pull down my pants for months because he thought I was stuffing them. All of that happened before high school.

As an adult, I lived through two rapes — both by the same man, a few years apart. Later, an ex-boyfriend began dating my rapist and called me a liar when I told him why their relationship hurt me so much. I’ve had my drink spiked twice. I’ve had my butt and crotch grabbed more times than I can count — by both men and far too many women. I’ve been made to feel like all I was worth was what was between my legs. I’ve been given nicknames that referred only to my anatomy, and because I’m a man, I was expected to be flattered by it. I laughed along and let it happen, all while my self-esteem sank lower and lower. I’ve been stalked, choked, and hit. I’ve pretended it didn’t matter — that the harm didn’t last — but it did.

I tell people I’ve been single and celibate for almost two decades now by choice, and for the most part, that’s true. Mostly, it’s because I haven’t put myself out there or met anyone who made me want to change that. But the truth is, I also don’t fully trust myself to make the right decisions when it comes to men. I’ve accepted things I never should have, all because I needed to feel like I was worth something.

I knew going into Yes, Daddy that it would be a difficult read — that it would stir memories and emotions I’ve mostly dealt with but will never completely escape. I don’t remember how I first heard about it, but I do remember reading reviews and realizing that, painful or not, I needed to read this book. I won’t say it was a transformative or cathartic experience, but it did help me process some of the lingering guilt I still carry.

I don't think it's possible to put into words how this book made me feel. I had to put it down for days at a time before I was emotionally ready to pick it back up. The fact that a book so beautifully written can capture such horrific trauma, guilt, and survival is beyond me. The author’s command of language is a true pleasure to experience, and I hope he continues to write.

Jonah, like too many of us, grew up in a world that devalues his life simply because he’s a gay man. He was raised to believe that who he is makes him an abomination, that he has no value to society — and though he survived his childhood, the emotional scars remain. Unfortunately, those scars leave him vulnerable to manipulation by a man who knows exactly how to push the right buttons to trap him in a situation with no easy escape.

Because of the way Jonah sees himself, he falls for Richard’s charm, words, and gifts. He believes the promises, even when they’re never kept. He ignores the warning signs because he wants to believe this older, powerful man truly cares for him. When you’re starved for affection and validation, you’ll do whatever it takes to maintain the illusion — even when it’s falling apart.

I’m not going to go into what Jonah endures; right now, I don’t have the mental strength to put myself back in those pages. Instead, I want to focus on Jonah’s strength — the way he ultimately finds the courage to break free from his abusers. It’s not easy; it’s messy and painful. But he gets out. And by the end of the book, there’s the beginning of something like peace, thanks in large part to finally receiving the love and acceptance of his father — a need that, I think, drove many of his earlier choices.

Jonah, even at his lowest, is a character I absolutely love and relate to in ways I’ve never experienced with another character. I admire him deeply for seizing back his power and beginning to build a healthier life. He’s not perfect — none of us are — but pointing out his flaws here would feel too much like victim-blaming, which I find abhorrent, especially having experienced it myself. 

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to read this book again, but it’s one that will remain on my shelves for the rest of my life. It’s a story that demanded to be read, and I’m glad I listened. This book means more to me than I can ever truly express. I think anyone who has lived through abuse will find something in Jonah’s journey that resonates — something that might help them feel seen, or a little less alone. While this is a story told through a gay lens, and there are dynamics unique to our community, I don’t think you need to be a gay man to connect with Jonah’s pain or his strength. Yes, Daddy is a book for anyone willing to sit with the rawness of survival and the possibility of healing.

Friday, October 17, 2025

Horseman by Christina Henry

 

Synopsis From Back Cover:

Everyone in Sleepy Hollow knows about the Horseman, but no one really believes in him. Not even Ben Van Brunt's grandfather, Brom Bones, who was there when it was said the Horseman chased the upstart Crane out of town. Brom says that's just legend, the village gossips talking.

More than thirty years after those storied events, the village is a quiet place. Fourteen-year-old Ben loves to play Sleepy Hollow boys, reenacting the events Brom once lived through. But then Ben and a friend stumble across the headless body of a child in the woods near the village, and the sinister discovery makes Ben question everything the adults in Sleepy Hollow have ever said. Could the Horseman be real after all? Or does something even more sinister stalk the woods?

This review has taken me longer to write than I expected—and not because I didn’t absolutely adore the book (I did). It’s not that I wasn’t fascinated by the characters either; they’re still living rent-free in my soul. I hope I made that clear when I chose Brom Bones for a Favorite Fictional Character post. It’s also not because Christina Henry didn’t craft one of the most unputdownable books I’ve held in a long time. I honestly read until I was too damn tired to keep my eyes open.

What I’ve struggled with is how to review this book without spoiling anything. The plot points I most want you to discover for yourselves are so tightly woven into the fabric of the story that discussing them at all would give something away. And that would be, to borrow a phrase, a crying shame.

What I can say is that this is Ben’s story, and at fourteen, he commands it in a way that many adults can’t manage. He’s not perfect—he makes bad decisions, often because he has the emotional and mental maturity of a typical kid his age—but he’s also a young man who knows who he is and how he fits into the world around him. He's one of those rare young characters I can't help but look up to. 

I also want to briefly touch on how impressed I am with the author’s ability to build upon an existing classic while making it completely her own—without compromising the original material or making it feel small or dated. Horseman feels like a natural continuation of The Legend of Sleepy Hollow—a continuation I hope you’ll read for yourself.

Wednesday, October 15, 2025

Favorite Fictional Character --- Michael Emerson

 

I’m not even going to pretend I picked Michael Emerson from The Lost Boys for any reason other than the fact that I had a massive crush on him during my adolescent years. I’m actually a little tongue-tied as I’m typing this because, while I’m not embarrassed to admit it, I feel like I should at least try to come up with one profound reason why I think he’s so damn dreamy.

Sorry—hot.

Holy hell, that’s not right either. What I meant to say is that I’m picking him for the way he’s always there for his brother, and for how he stepped up to help his newly single mom. Or maybe because he’s fearless when protecting his family from a nest of rampaging vampires. Actually, that just makes him even more attractive. So, I guess what I’m really saying is that I picked him because at one point in my life, I wanted to jump his bones.


Look at those eyes and tell me you wouldn’t get lost in them. Tell me you wouldn’t want him gazing into your eyes as you tell him about your day—really listening, not pretending. You wouldn’t want to run your fingers through his hair as he rests his head in your lap while you binge your favorite show, just because he knows that’s what would make you happiest in that moment?

I double dog dare you to even try to deny it. 

There’s no way you wouldn’t want to fall asleep next to him, knowing he’d keep you safe from any vampire trying to stake their claim.


I’m 49 now — no longer that kid with hearts and fangs in his eyes. But if Michael showed up on his motorcycle, looking at me like that, I won’t be responsible for my behavior.

Monday, October 13, 2025

10 Candies I’d Snag If Adults Could Trick-or-Treat

 


I think it’s ridiculously unfair that adults aren’t allowed to go trick-or-treating. We work all day, pay bills, go to doctor’s appointments, put gas in the car, and try to make responsible decisions. If there’s any group of people who deserve to let their hair down and just enjoy a night of spooky frolicking, it’s us.

I want to dress up as the Lone Ranger, Sam, or even Eeyore, then walk the streets ringing doorbells and collecting all the free candy I can carry.

So, since society frowns on grown-ups trick-or-treating (for reasons I still don’t understand), I’ll just live vicariously through this list instead.

With that said, here are ten candies I’d want more than anything else on Halloween night.


I love the classic KitKats and wouldn’t be mad if that’s all I got, but nothing beats the flavors coming out of Japan. My favorite is the milk tea, though I’d happily gobble up the wasabi just as fast.


Take 5 has to be my current favorite candy bar and has been since it first debuted. This delicious concoction is packed with pretzels, chocolate, peanut butter, caramel, and peanuts. The only thing missing is potato chips.


Butterfingers are just about the perfect candy bar, and I absolutely loved them as a kid. Bart Simpson may be an annoying character, but he’s right about this one. I don’t even care when it gets stuck in my teeth.


You can keep your Almond Joys. I’ve always thought the nut throws the texture off—it’s like putting rocks in marshmallows. All you need is chocolate and coconut. So I’ll trade you my Almond Joys for your Mounds.


Did you know that if you bite into the right cookie, it looks different than when you bite into the left one? I thought I was seeing things when I first noticed it, but then I looked it up and discovered they do it on purpose. All that really matters, though, is that Twix is so freaking good.


Junior Mints are so versatile. I put them on my mint chocolate chip ice cream, and I’ve also been known to toss them into popcorn, mixed nuts, or even Greek yogurt with sugar-free chocolate pudding mix. Naturally, they’re just as good all by themselves.


Snickers weren’t a candy bar I enjoyed as a kid, but now I like them a lot. I think it helps that once they started making the ice cream bars, I couldn’t get enough of them.


Heath is another candy bar that wasn’t on my childhood radar. As an adult, whenever I’m craving Christmas crack but feeling too lazy to make it, I’ll just head to the store and grab a bar or two.


Nestlé Crunch is perfection in a little blue wrapper. How anyone doesn’t thoroughly enjoy that snap when you break a bar in half—or get all giddy inside when that crisped rice hits your tongue—is beyond me. It’s just that fun to eat.


We finish this list with a childhood classic: the Dum Dums. I mentioned in a list I did about my favorite Halloween candy in fifth grade that the root beer Dum Dums were my favorite—and they still are—but I’m also a sucker for butterscotch. So if you happen to get any root beer or butterscotch–flavored Dum Dums this year, I’ll gladly take them off your hands.

Sunday, October 12, 2025

Clown in a Cornfield by Adam Cesare

 

Synopsis From Dust Jacket:

When Quinn and her father move to a tiny town with a weird clown for a mascot, they're looking for a fresh start. But ever since the town's only factory shut down, Kettle Springs has been cracked in half.

Most of the town believes that the kids are to blame. After all, the juniors and seniors at Kettle Springs High are the ones who threw the party where Arthur Hill's daughter died. They're the ones who set the abandoned factory on fire and who spend all their time posting pranks on YouTube. They have no respect and no idea what it means to work hard.

For the kids, it's the other way around And now Kettle Springs is caught in a constant battle between old and new, tradition and progress. It's a fight that looks like it will destroy the town. Until one homicidal clown with a porkpie hat and a red nose decides to end it for good.

Because if your opponents all die, you win the debate by default.

I’ve only been to Albuquerque, New Mexico once in my life—and that was more than enough. I don’t remember the exact year, but it was sometime around seventh or eighth grade, back when my family was traveling with a carnival. I hated that stop from the moment we pulled in. Within a day, my left eye had swollen shut, and I was forced to wear an eye patch. Spoiler alert: it’s not nearly as fun as pirates make it look.

The third night we were there, after the midway had shut down, my younger brother and I got hungry and decided to walk three blocks to what I think was a Whataburger. We were passing what looked like a car lot when a dog rushed the fence. We bolted across the street—and that’s when I saw what was in the window of the building we’d just reached. I immediately turned around and ran right back across. I’d rather take my chances with a guard dog than face a creepy-ass mechanical clown moving in a store window in the middle of the night.

I don’t like clowns. I never have. They’re wrong in a way that gets under your skin. There’s something about those painted faces—those fixed smiles—that hides whatever’s really underneath. Look at John Wayne Gacy. That’s reason enough. I hate them so much that a friend once bought me a shirt that said, Can’t sleep. Clowns will eat me. They thought it was funny. I thought it was prophetic. 

Once, at a Hometown Buffet, a clown came in to make balloon animals. I left mid-meal, plate still full. I wasn’t about to sit there while that greasepainted demon floated toward my table. Clowns are my boogeyman.

Now, I do better when the clowns are fictional—on a page or a screen. Since they’re not physically in my space, I can manage. In a perverse way, I even enjoy testing the limits of what I can handle when it comes to dealing with them. Naturally, since I don’t have to look at them, I prefer reading about those murderous fiends from hell. Clown in a Cornfield by Adam Cesare is chock-full of them.

I won’t go into too many details because I don’t want to spoil the blood-soaked fun, but I will say this: the body count is massive—at least 33 people die, many by crossbow. The book is bloody without being gory, something I’m eternally thankful for. I love horror, but I’ve never been a fan of gore for gore’s sake. The humor is dark (which is probably why I loved it so much), and the queer representation is surprisingly good—without falling into the “bury your gays” trope that annoys the hell out of me.

It’s a lot of fun for a teen slasher novel. The author clearly loves the genre and plays with its tropes in a way that feels fresh instead of tired. I had an absolute blast reading it, and while the movie version was enjoyable, I—unsurprisingly—prefer the book. Now I just need to read the sequels.

And just in case you were wondering, the reason my eye swelled shut in Albuquerque was because of mountain cedar, which is everywhere there. I didn’t find that out until much later, when I had an allergy scratch test done where I now live—far from New Mexico. Apparently, the winds blow the pollen all the way here, which is why they test for it. That little test spot swelled to the size of a fifty-cent piece and stayed that way for a week. So yeah—Albuquerque will be a city I never visit again.

Meddling Kids by Edgar Cantero

  Synopsis From Back Cover: In 1977, four teenagers and a dog—Andy (the tomboy), Kate (the nerd), Kerri (the bookworm), Peter (the jock), an...