Alright, this book started out more toward 4 stars, but rapidly declined to 2. I've never really read a horror novel before, much less a "true story" one. I have, however, watched plenty of those haunted house and possession TV shows on the Discovery channel or whatnot that made me want to read this. (Not to mention the cover of the book is EXCELLENT. Kudos to whoever designed it...)
As a result of this book,
1) I am wary of more novels in this genre.
2) I had the urge and went out and bought a box of cookie crisp.
3) I had to watch the new Evil Dead to put more horror into my life.
How are these a result of reading the novel, you ask? Well firstly... it's not that scary and the way the author writes does not make it any more terrifying. When other people write in their reviews that he writes like a kid in middle school... believe them. Not that I expected it to be exceedingly well-written, but I'm not just talking about grammar, vocabulary, and structure. He doesn't focus very well on the story that the reader is actually interested in and injects SO MUCH of his personal life into it that it almost reads like an autobiography rather than a story about a haunting. Which is how we get to the cookie crisp. He mentions feeding his children cookie crisp for breakfast (Mmm, cookie crisp). I actually have no problem with this, as I went out and bought a box later in the day because I had been thinking about it.
Also, most of the things in the book happen to other people but the author still always manages to make himself out to be the VICTIM. It is seriously PATHETIC and I caught myself, on more than one occasion, thinking "What a PUSSY!" while reading. He seriously always finds a way to whine about something or turn something that's TERRIBLE happening to one of his kids or his friends into something about him.
Like I said, this story started out strong and I was really into it, but it just really fell off and rapidly declined halfway through. The author just whines so much that it is impossible to feel sympathy for him, not to mention all of his beliefs and viewpoints about different things in the story are clearly stated (possibly to the reader's dismay, as you might happen not to be Catholic or believe certain people should be judged for their habits, as he does). LaChance mentions living in an apartment building where his neighbors downstairs are always smoking THE POT, with its sickeningly sweet odor... Well I would recommend if you're going to read this book, you roll a joint before doing so, because the 2/3 that I read stoned were invariably more enjoyable and spooky than the part I read without it. Like my mom always says, " If you have to get stoned to enjoy a book, it's probably not really great in the first place " Well... my Mom doesn't actually say that. Anyway, if anyone reading this review can point me in the direction of some truly bone-chilling tales, whether they be "fact" or fiction, I would really appreciate it!