As Bog-Muggoth, an ancient, evil demon, arrives at 668 Langford Place, other vile gods from beyond time and space join him, and only Kent Montana can keep these creatures from feeding on the human race.
We come to the end of the Kent Montana series. Can Kent stay all night in 668 so that he can inherit a movie company or will he be sacrificed by the neighbors? Why is the angel statue crawling toward 668? And what's with the Russian carrying the ironing board? Is he a harbinger of Doom or an ally or...
And why do people rate well-written humor as only 3-star? Like it's not harder to write a really truly funny book with good, cleverly alternately referential genre characters then to write endless drab but Hollywood friendly drivel? (Looking at you - Witcher)
A silly book that’s silly in the way silly books can be when they are written with absolute silliness in mind, by a silly mind whose silliness knows no bounds. It’s also a parody, which is satire without the pretension and something to keep in mind when reading a silly book that parodies literature in a silly way, without taking itself too seriously. A very silly book is this book, but at least it knows what it is.
Madcap chaos that nevertheless holds together better than the previous book I've read in this series. recommended for fans of descriptive sentences that go on and on until they fall apart.