"…the best option for body disposal was Scotland. Wide, wide, expansive Scotland. So many places to dump a corpse."
"AHitRP" is a fast-paced read that follows one poor sap - Nick (and not "Nicked" as it appears for some odd reason a few times in one chapter) - as he tries to arrange a "farewell" weekend trip to Scotland with his father who, sadly, is dying of cancer. No spoilers there as that's just me regurgitating the promo blurbs as one is allowed to do in these reviews. Ah, but what a setting to instead put our protagonists through a few hours of horror and mayhem, all because of poor delivery service, mistaken identities and the inability of the male of our species to express their emotions! Wow, if I had a nickel for everytime... right? No, I don't know what coin would be used in Great Britain for that... a farthing? Tuppence? Spotted d... no, wait, that's what passes for "food" there...
Underwear was surely the basis for civilisation.
This is - if my math(s) is/are correct - my 4th Goody/Grant team-up book and easily my favourite so far. The brief, singularly (word?) focused format seems to suit their style and sense of humour and happenstance that I found didn't work quite as well through the first 3 chapters of the "Oddjobs" series. And though this book is listed as a novel, it reads very much like an extended novella, with no traditionally good stopping points to wander off and do something like take a nap or even eat dinner. In other words, it was perfect for a lazy Sunday waiting on the baseball to start!
She looked like she was going to a fancy dress party as a Ferrero Rocher. A terminator dressed as a Ferrero Rocher.
The story maintains a mildly amusing - and even heart-warming - tone throughout and as I mentioned, reads very briskly. A lot of that is owing to the fact that 69 chapters are spread unevenly across exactly 250 pages of prose, which is never a favourite approach for me in terms of construction. But in terms of pacing, well, needs must when the Devil drives (which reminds me: I also have a copy of "Clovenhoof" to get to some day as well).
But if you like tales with a good dose of monster-y bits included, this should be right up your alley, with American fans like myself looking fondly at such cohorts as D.M.Guay and Scott Burtness for comparison. Though a LOT of the modern cultural references fall flat - namely, the repeated examination of how many sequels various franchises have made - the story does quite a respectable job with the whole werewolf thing and the consequences of messing around with ANY creature affected by said curse. Sure, I wish we would have had some more insight into origins or definitely a more satisfying and robust ending (so Dad never even ripped his clothes? Really?). But hey, this is just a weekend trip for the boys, we can't expect everything to be sussed out by the time we need to turn around and head home, can we? And it DOES leave the door open for a sequel, should the mood (or moon) ever strike just right.
The woman was back, and she looked like a cyborg. A cyborg which had been run over by a lawnmower. Run over by a lawnmower and stuffed in a gorilla costume.
My advice? If you need a break from it all (waves pointedly at the activities in the US, Russia, Ukraine and more), enjoy a quick escape by reading this book! You may not necessarily howl with laughter (oh golly, how I amuse myself) but you will enjoy this little episodic "Twilight Zone"-worthy escapade for sure!