If the West Virginia “family” that owns the Rushmore Inn bears even the slightest resemblance in ANYway to ANYone in your family then….HOLY GOAT BLOWERS BATMAN you need to stop reading this review and go deal because you have some meganormous genealogy issues to work through. Of course, I will be unable to assist you because I will be standing off at a safe distance with a flame thrower and a light saber ready to go either Medieval or JEDIevil on your ass if you so much as pivot in my direction.
 
This is WITHOUT QUESTION the most Fuckered UP family in the long illustrious history of murdering, inbred, nymphomaniacal cannibal family units. These people make the chainsawing Hewitt family from Texas look like the Osmonds on Thorazine. In fact, if Leatherface and Millard (one of the cuties from the book) ever got into a tussle, I am quite sure that Millard would have Leatherface “PulpFictioned” wearing a Tootsie dress with a rubber ball gag and squealing like Ned Beatty in Deliverance while Millard played a game of “more than just the tip”… (Please let me know if you think I could have squeezed in another pop culture reference)….
 
So let me give you the baby got backstory on this gorrific literary stroll down Depravity Lane. We begin in West Virginia where we have an old, secluded Bed and Breakfast way back yonder in dem dar woods. Being as far off the beaten path as they are, this place doesn’t get a lot of clubbed foot traffic. However, when the few hotel/motels in the area are overbooked for some big event (in this case a triathlon) there are some “helpful” locals who happen to know about a nice quite B&B that will likely have a vacancy or two for the night.
 
With me so far?...Good.
 
So these tourists end up at the Rushmore Inn where all of the rooms are themed after a former POTUS (e.g., the Lincoln room, the Truman room, the Nancy Reagan room…jk…). Well, in addition to the patriotic theme, the Rushmore has also been modified by the owners to be a sort of human “roach motel” because once inside, you will not be checking out….until you “check out”….and maybe not even then.
 
So that’s your basic set up. Now let me introduce you to a few of the more special hotel staffers starring in this literary snuff piece.
 
Up first we have Eleanor named for Eleanor Roosevelt who is the mama bear to this clan of the cave cannibals. Eleanor can trace her roots back a long way and thinks of herself as a gen-u-ine “blue blood” of royal lineage. She is also the only woman (and I use that word asking for a lotta leeway). Why are there no other women? Well that little nugget is for you to discover.
 
Next is Jimmy who is a real hoot and a half. You see Jimmy really wants to be doctor…a surgeon to be precise…but he doesn’t quite have the book smarts to get himself a formalized learn on. However, Jimmy still needs to practice, practice, practice his techniques…you see where this is going…Yep…it is just that bad. BTW, Jimmy boy’s for most “operations” survived by a single patient is 8, but he sure hopes to break that record soon. Sorry about the lack of anesthesia so just lie back and try to pass out.
 
Third is a real charmer; the aforementioned Millard. Millard is a huge, deformed mountain of a fuck who happens to be the special combination of crazy, strong, sadistic and horny. Millard is the one person that all of the other “hotel staff” are afraid of so you can just assume he is all kinds a nasty.
 
Next up is Ronald who is our surprise mystery family member. Ronald lives alone in a cave next to the Rushmore and has a real hankering for meat…a real hankering.
 
As for the others, we have a large supporting cast in this little show tune of horror but I don’t want to give away any of the surprises. So I will just say that the rest of the group are all various degrees of male, depraved, sadistic, MASSIVELY DEFORMED and hornier than Charlie Sheen at a strip club on ecstasy.  Not a good combination!!!
 
So, did I like the book…abso-frickin-lutely. I thought it was fantastic. I knew I was picking up an extreme horror read and Mr. Kilborn did not disappoint. The writing is very good. The horror is scary, disturbing in the extreme and very shocking…but it is not overly gratuitous. By this I mean, while a ton of really bad things that happen and the author is not shy about telling us about them, he doesn’t spend two pages describing a graphic scene of blood and gore so that you are squirming in your seat. The terror is that you know what is happening and he paints some very vivid images in your mind. For me, that is the best kind of horror.
 
Still, this is certainly not for the squeamish and I wanted to make sure you knew what you were getting into if you decide to read it. However, if you like horror, this is very, very good.  4.0 STARS.