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È il 1988: Abby e Gretchen, studentesse al secondo anno di liceo, sono migliori amiche fin dai tempi della quarta elementare. Insieme sognano, parlano, respingono i ragazzi troppo disinvolti, ascoltano musica, stringono e sciolgono alleanze all'interno del microcosmo scolastico, eccetera. Tutto più o meno nella norma, insomma. Ma, dopo una serata di esperimenti lisergici, chiacchiere e bagni nel fiume con altre compagne di scuola finita in modo abbastanza disastroso, Gretchen comincia a comportarsi in modo, come dire?... diverso. È diventata lunatica. Irritabile. E ogni volta che c'è lei nelle vicinanze si verificano incidenti ora bizzarri, ora spiacevoli, in alcuni casi francamente terribili. Le indagini di Abby la conducono a scoperte sorprendenti e, quando la loro storia giungerà alla sua sconvolgente conclusione, il destino di Abby e Gretchen resterà appeso a un'unica la loro amicizia è abbastanza potente da sconfiggere il diavolo?
Ambientato durante quell'ondata di Panico Satanico che spinse gli americani a cercare messaggi satanisti sotto o dietro ogni album heavy metal, questo romanzo è una storia toccante di amicizia liceale e possessione demoniaca, un thriller ibrido e soprannaturale al cardiopalma, capace di miscelare sapientemente angosce e drammi adolescenziali, orrori indicibili e un mix - pericolosamente nostalgico - di canzoni pop degli anni Ottanta.
331 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 17, 2016










”I don’t know what’s going on with Gretchen…But if you care about your friend, you need to get her off whatever she’s on.”
“What?” Abby asked.
“What?” Mr. Barlow mimicked. “I’m not an idiot. I know what drugs are. If you’re really her friend, get her to stop.”
Abby realized that no one was going to do anything. For five years, Gretchen had been the perfect Albermarle student, and the faculty still saw what they were used to seeing - not what was really happening. Maybe they chalked it up to PSAT stress or problems at home. Maybe they figured that tenth grade was a tough transition. Maybe they were caught up in their own divorces and career dramas and problem kids, and if she still wasn’t turning things around on Monday they’d say something. Or maybe the following Monday. Or the Monday after that.
Something was changing inside Gretchen. Maybe it was the acid, maybe it was Andy, maybe it was her parents, maybe it was something worse. Whatever it was, Abby had to keep trying. She couldn’t abandon her friend because soon Gretchen would be ready to talk. Any minute now she’d look up from her daybook and say, “I have to tell you something serious.”
So it was true. Someone had been in the woods and attacked Gretchen, and now she was hurting herself again and again as she relived the trauma, punishing herself just like Seventeen said. It all made so much sense that, insanely, Abby felt proud for having figured it out.
”What Gretchen is going through is very scary, and I don’t blame you for backing off from your friendship a little. But we’ve talked to doctors and they tell us that what’s happening is an unfortunate sickness of the mind and spirit that happens sometimes as girls grow up.”
”It’s terrible when a young person hurts herself. But it can be a reaction to a lot of things. We’ve found someone in the church who Gretchen can speak to, and that’s how she’s going to start getting better.
”Abby,” Father Morgan said, “I know how it is to be a young person. There are all these reports of satanic cults everywhere, sacrificing babies. Geraldo Rivera’s doing a two-hour special on them next week. Of course you feel these things deeply, and they upset and influence you. But they’re not real.”
“Then what are they?” Abby asked.
“They’re…” Father Morgan waved one hand around in the air. “…metaphors. Ways of dealing with information and emotions. Adolescence is a complicated time, and some really bright people think that when the adult emerges, it’s like you’re being taken over by a different person. Almost like being possessed. Sometimes parents, or friends, get hurt when a loved one changes. They look around for something to blame. Music, movies, satanism.”
He leaned back and flashed a smile.
“So you think Gretchen is possessed?” Abby asked. “Like she has a demon inside of her?”
His smile flicked off.
“What?” he said. “No, it’s a metaphor.”
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“By the power of Phil Collins, I rebuke you!”
“Corn dogs,” the exorcist said, “are all the proof I need that there is a God.”
It's April 1988 and the world belongs to them.