Mel’s Reviews > The Devil Knows Her Name > Status Update

God I hate a white woman victim complex. I am deeply annoyed by this story. I’m not sure if my reaction is an emotional response to good writing or just me being over having to read about good Christians in a small town. It’s torturous.

Spoilers!!!

The devil wants to bang. The preacher’s 18 year old son wants to bang. Girl, this preacher sucks. Have a threesome with the Devil and this 18 year old. And have somebody tastefully capture it in oil pants on the chapel ceiling. (I hate this God hound and his wife an entirely healthy amount)

I don’t care if it’s not moral or that murder is wrong. If I was a witch and had some God hound up my asshole, I’d just disappear him. I have no time for this. Kill the guy. Put an end to his intimidation and threats and games. Get back to your garden. Bing bang boom.

Slow & warm but still holds threats of things to come. It’s like it’s inching towards a cliff while being blanketed in late summer. Big fan of the sensory details. I’m walking in old woods. I’m harvesting late summer crops in a backyard garden. I’m prepping beds for next season. If I make a pact with the devil will my own garden thrive like this? It’s tempting. Satan, gimme a call, homie. Let’s chat.