So.
I remember reading all of these books in middle school and liking this one the least, but I didn't remember anything about it as an adult.
This is... quite the story.
TLDR; if you're a good Mormon kid, you'll get all your mom's homemade bread and the lead in all the school plays. If you're a bad Mormon kid, you'll sell your soul to the devil to be the best basketball player and let your whole family down.
Sorry. I mean, your whole precious, wonderful, loyal, perfect, amazing family.
"And dear... dear... sweet Mom... Oh God, how could I have hurt them, let them down, tormented them, humiliated them, disgraced them, brought suspicion upon my most honorable, Christlike, ethical father? ... She's all the things anyone could ask of a wife and mother... I really miss her homemade bread."
I think the most problematic part of this whole book for me was that this privileged, white (I assume) kid was the PERFECT CHILD with an IQ of 149+ (which they bring up about 149+ times) who was able to walk away from The Occult literally anytime he wanted, till That Girl dragged him back into it. At no point did he have any actual repercussions of his actions, except for being fake grounded, in which he was able to hotwire a truck without anyone noticing. That part where the cops found him with drugs? Mehhhh. Not a big deal. Except for That Girl. He would write whole entries about how he had the BEST MOM EVER and he was STAYING AWAY from THE "O", till TINA showed back up and got her claws back into him. (You'd think the smartest kid in the country would be able to make his own decisions, but no.)
Proof 1: He's going on about every detail of their rituals (as you do - when one is in the occult, one has to write down in great detail every thing that happened after) but then says "I just read yesterday's 'everybody feel sorry for me' bullshit and I think it's about time I changed the name of that tune." So, there you go. He wasn't REALLY into the occult, because he could change his tune anytime he wanted.
Proof 2: In the letter from his mom at the end (you know, after he said he was going to live his life for God and be happy, then killed himself?) she writes about his high IQ and all of the awards he received and how the principal just adored him. UNTIL. "He got to liking a little girl who had a drug problem and had gone with lots of boys and had fallen in love several times." The scandal! I guess we'll ignore that Jay has at least four girlfriends throughout the course of this book...
The most remarkable part of the whole book was not the demons and possession and orgies and drug use. It was the fact that not one, but TWO teenagers were killed by a car bumper to the right temple.
A car bumper. To the temple.
To. The. Temple.
(Can someone clear up Jay's age for me? They make a huge thing about him being 16 1/2 throughout the book February 1: "Can you believe only fourteen more days and I'll be sixteen?" September 6: "I dig high school and I'm knocking myself out trying to act grown up and not like some half-assed freshman." Even if this book operates on the premise that he went to junior high through ninth grade and "freshman" is referring to 10th graders, he'd turn 17 that year, and graduate high school as a 19 year old. That seems late for a kid with an IQ of 149+ and scholarship offers to every ivy league school and a personal commendation from the principal for his work on eliminating drugs.)
What else is in store for you if you read this book, besides the threat of no more homemade bread if you involve yourself in witchcraft?
Respect towards women!
"Debbie writes nearly every day. I really appreciate that because without her letters I'd go crazy. Her letters are incredibly dumb but maybe her dumbness is what makes her so precious to me, makes me need her so much."
"In a way I'm kind of glad we broke up. She used me! The dirty little whore used me! Just like everybody tried to tell me she would. I know she's back on the street with Mark Vrooder again, or whoever is around and will supply her. She alone is responsible for this whole rocked-up mess I'm in. I'd never have done the things I did without her begging and pleading and crying and crying and crying..."
And in possibly the worst passage I've ever read in a book ever: "Barry got big as a cow during the summer and her face has erupted out in pimples like volcanos. In a way the fat makes her look somewhat like her sister with Down's. I feel sorry for her! ... Me, old jock Jay, would I be seen with some fat chick with zits? I guess not..."
Poetry definitely written by a teenage boy and not a middle-aged woman!
"Golly gee I'm glad I'm me
There's no one else I'd rather be
I smile on every bird and tree.
Life is a ball. I'm in love with me!
And the music is great too!"
Strange semi-homo-erotic passages!
"I feel like a cobra with a mangoose... I feel Pete is drawn to me as I am to him, but I don't know why. He's a gorgeous, slick, slim, trim jock, and different somehow than the rest of the teachers but - I don't know - I hope he's not some crazy fairy fruit..."
"Wh...what do you want?"
He grinned. "Would you believe... your young virile bod?"
Hip slang!
"Brad and me and Dell share a locker and it's cool, man, cool!"
"Oh hell, sometimes life is really the squirts."
"Carla, the girl Tina is running against, is really a turkey tail."
"Life isn't worth poop-de-do."
"I feel so happy I want to go out and do something exciting, but what? Run down to the market and squeeze the Charmin?"
"Oh man, I'm not sure I can stand this much joy. I could kiss a cactus!"
Honestly, this propaganda is dangerous towards the mental health community. Jay obviously had some issues and the dozens of entries that start off with him angrily lashing out at everyone and then ending with a poem about how he's going to turn his life around make it seem like everything is a choice when it's not, or that it's not a choice when it is. Jay didn't have a choice to keep going back to the occult because he had bad influences, but he can just wish away his depression by choosing to think more positively?
The most honest sentence in the whole book: "We were just four asshole kids looking for excitement - any kookie, harebrained thing to explode the boring, boring, boring everydayness of average life." Bored? Make some voodoo dolls, wreck a motorcycle, sneak out, kill some cows, and get married in a cemetery!
One final thought... did anyone ever discover what saber-toothed crotch crickets are?