Before reading:
Yes, I will read this. And someone will have to take me past the house because my boyfriend is too scared. And then I will see the movie which inevitably will be made. Oh, yes. This is all very exciting.
After reading:
I'll say right off the bat that the second star is solely because of the local connection. As in it's fun to read about local happenings and adding to my knowledge of local history and folklore.
That being said, I am not a Republican and I don't live in Brentwood. In fact, I don't even know this house specifically, though the majority of the people in my office lives in the South Hills area and one coworker in particular was kind enough to take pictures with her cell phone one night on her way home from work. I still intend to drive by myself, because these sorts of stories are fascinating. At least to a certain extent.
Where these stories tend to lose me and make my eyes glaze over is all the repetitive talk of faith and religion.
Yes, I understand demons stem out of religion, but that's not what I'm reading for. I have no qualms admitting I love scary movies and books because they're fun. Stop using these stories as political and religious propaganda.
I moved to Pittsburgh after the author's stint as commissioner, so I didn't know the name until I started to read the book. What I learned very early on in the book, according to Cranmer, he was the most beloved commissioner-person ever! The first Republican commissioner of Brentwood since the 30s, he did some stuff that got a lot of positive attention, and everyone loved him... until they didn't anymore. Then a series of negative things began happening to the Cranmer family - episodes of psychosis, depression, suicidal tendencies, etc. But it's okay because all of this was because their house was infested with deeeeemons!
As the book goes on there's a lot of heavy-handed judgmental comments made that raised my ire. Cranmer watches his boys become teenagers, and comments that he wishes they would dress "normal" again, and stop listening to "black metal music". Obviously only a demon causes adolescent boys to grow their hair long and wear eyeliner and listen to loud, scary music. In the late 1990s. Obviously only a demon causes his 16-year-old daughter become pregnant. Obviously only a demon causes his 80-some-year-old aunt die in her bed under mysterious circumstances. No one just ever dies at that age. DEMON.
When he's not talking about the demon destroying his life, or his political agenda, or his unwavering faith, he's talking about protecting his home and his family and battling the demon head-on. This had the potential to be interesting, until the reader learns that one of the reasons there's all this demon activity in the house is because abortions were performed there. Gasp! This solidified that there is an agenda surrounding this entire book.
Regardless, I'm interested in these reads for the spook factor. There's the occasional spook here, though mostly shadows and figures and the home's inhabitants being thrown around a bit. Typical sorts of things. There are a few episodes of the walls bleeding, and what not. Cranmer and his family decide to battle this demon in an original way, I will admit that: They decided to play Mel Gibson's The Passion of the Christ on repeat for 24 hours a day for seven months straight. And Cranmer wonders why his entire family has had psychiatric issues since living in the house.
The photos included also weren't that exciting. There are some pictures of a broken crucifix, areas around the house (that don't even show any shadows or orbs or anything that could even arguably be considered paranormal, so I'm not sure why they were included), a lightbulb, and some spots on the wall that they are calling blood. (In the text, however, he says that unfortunately the flash created too much light and didn't show as much of the blood as there really was. How convenient. Dear lord, don't try taking more than one picture. I learned very early on in the 90s, before digital cameras, that it's always good to take one photo with flash and one photo without if there's any degree of uncertainty. But maybe I'm just possessed and don't know anything.)
The book could have been about half as long. Take out all the "I saved Brentwood" stuff and "I'm tight with God and ex-Pittsburgh mayor Tom Murphy, yo" stuff, and just left the haunted house stuff, and I might have enjoyed the read a bit more. Maybe. I mean, Cranmer is a politician, not a writer, and I think that's evident. He had assistance, but apparently not enough.
In any case, I will continue to hope that Cranmer will sell the rights to Hollywood so they can make a movie out of this. I will still see it. And I will still drive past the Cranmer house just because.