A Head Full of Ghosts
by Paul Tremblay
When I was an awkward kid with no friends or social life to speak of, I read. I read a lot. I read entire novels in less than twenty-four hours. One of my favorite and most memorable birthday presents was when my uncle drove me out to this big used book store and let me get what I remember as being anything I wanted. I recall coming out of that place with stacks of books.
I'm sure I'm exaggerating that, but whatever.
The point is, I like books. I like reading. But it's harder for me to focus on books these days. Kids, writing, adulting, blah, blah, blah. I find myself wanting to just go back to the books I know I love and read them over and over.
See this? I'm stalling. I'm stalling because this is one of those books. One of the ones I'll want to go back to and read all the time. I've literally thought about this story every day since I finished it. I only got three hours of sleep for two nights because I was up reading this. And to get those three hours? I had to force myself to put it down. I wanted to keep going.
I'm also stalling because I don't actually want to tell you anything about this book. Every reveal and twist in the plot left me reeling and heartsick. The characters were convincing. I believed them every step of the way, even when I hated what they were doing.
I don't really like possession stories, generally. Like most zombie tales, they're all basically the same. Pretty, white, (usually) pious girl gets violated and corrupted by a demon. Religious officials try to help. Shit hits the fan and everything goes south. From there it's a fifty/fifty shot on if we get a happily ever after or not.
A Head Full of Ghosts, though, it breaks out of the monotony. And it's really, really, really good.