Michael Myers Books
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by (shelved 3 times as michael-myers)
avg rating 4.15 — 8,852 ratings — published 1979

by (shelved 2 times as michael-myers)
avg rating 3.50 — 113 ratings — published 1997

by (shelved 2 times as michael-myers)
avg rating 3.56 — 79 ratings — published 1998

by (shelved 2 times as michael-myers)
avg rating 3.55 — 163 ratings — published 1997

by (shelved 1 time as michael-myers)
avg rating 3.88 — 19,684 ratings — published 2022

by (shelved 1 time as michael-myers)
avg rating 3.64 — 25,875 ratings — published 2021

by (shelved 1 time as michael-myers)
avg rating 3.67 — 62,450 ratings — published 2021

by (shelved 1 time as michael-myers)
avg rating 3.58 — 65 ratings — published

by (shelved 1 time as michael-myers)
avg rating 4.36 — 693 ratings — published 2019
“Unbelievable,” Audrey’s voice squeaked as I pushed past her. “Here we are, talking to you about your freaky little-boy encounter back in Breaux Bridge and how your caramel macchiato tasted like cardboard, and boom! You just zone out like one of the kids from Children of the Corn.”
“Um, Aud, babe … I don’t think those kids zone out. They’re just freaky twenty-four-seven. It’s a year-round thing.” Gabe’s response drew a half-hearted laugh from me, but it was quickly reined in when I reached the Book of the Ancients.
“Whatever, Gabriel,” Audrey said to him. “My point is, it’s freaky, okay? She gets this glazed-over look in her eyes, like she’s gonna whip out a butcher knife and go all Michael Myers on us or something.”
I glanced over my shoulder to cock an eyebrow at her.
“Oh, now you pay attention.” She cocked an eyebrow back.
“What is it with you and the cheesy horror-movie references?” Gabe muttered.
“Hey, now. Halloween is a classic,” Gavin scolded him. “Don’t go hating on the classics.”
― The Tragedy of Knowledge
“Um, Aud, babe … I don’t think those kids zone out. They’re just freaky twenty-four-seven. It’s a year-round thing.” Gabe’s response drew a half-hearted laugh from me, but it was quickly reined in when I reached the Book of the Ancients.
“Whatever, Gabriel,” Audrey said to him. “My point is, it’s freaky, okay? She gets this glazed-over look in her eyes, like she’s gonna whip out a butcher knife and go all Michael Myers on us or something.”
I glanced over my shoulder to cock an eyebrow at her.
“Oh, now you pay attention.” She cocked an eyebrow back.
“What is it with you and the cheesy horror-movie references?” Gabe muttered.
“Hey, now. Halloween is a classic,” Gavin scolded him. “Don’t go hating on the classics.”
― The Tragedy of Knowledge

“The monsters I understood were all just men underneath: Michael Myers, Jason, Leatherface. They loomed huge and hulking, hiding their faces behind masks, but they were still just flesh and blood.”
― Runaway Max
― Runaway Max