

Beschreibung
Zusatztext National treasure Grady Hendrix follows his classic account of a haunted IKEA-like furniture showroom, Horrorstor (2014), with a nostalgia-soaked ghost story, My Best Friend's Exorcism.The Wall Street Journal Take The Exorcist , add some hair spray ...Zusatztext National treasure Grady Hendrix follows his classic account of a haunted IKEA-like furniture showroom, Horrorstor (2014), with a nostalgia-soaked ghost story, My Best Friend's Exorcism.The Wall Street Journal Take The Exorcist , add some hair spray and wine coolers, and enroll it in high school in 1988 that'll give you My Best Friend's Exorcism ...Campy. Heartfelt. Horrifying. Minnesota Public Radio Clever, heartfelt, and get-under-your-skin unnerving. Fangoria A touching story of high school friendship and, well, demonic possession. Bloody Disgusting Terrific...Sharply written...[ My Best Friend's Exorcism ] makes a convincing case for [Hendrix's] powers as a sharp observer of human behavior, filtered through a fun genre conceit that doesn't skimp on the spookyor the bodily fluids. The A.V. Club Think Mean Girls with demonic possession, set in 1988 Charleston. It's funny, it's heart-wrenching, it's even a little spiritual, in a very strange way. Southern Living magazine The perfect mix of '80s nostalgia and scares. POPSUGAR This book packs all the magic of a summer horror flick. Bustle The rare exorcism book that will make you cry, My Best Friend's Exorcism is both a truly scary tale and a loving tribute to high school friendship. Hypable If you're looking for a good summer book, something for the beach or the back porch that won't insult your intelligence, one that's tense and sometimes scary and sometimes funny, with characters you may even come to like and admire as they come of age, keep My Best Friend's Exorcism in mind. SFFWorld More praise for Grady Hendrix: Pure, demented delight. The New York Times Book Review , on Paperbacks from Hell Horrorstör delivers a crisp terror-tale...[and] Hendrix strikes a nice balance between comedy and horror. The Washington Post , on Horrorstör Hendrix's darkest novel yet will leave readers begging for an encore. Booklist , starred review, on We Sold Our Souls A true appreciation of the genre. Los Angeles Times , on Paperbacks from Hell An inventive, hilarious haunted house tale. Bustle , on Horrorstör A good, creepy, music-tinged thriller. CNET , on We Sold Our Souls Informationen zum Autor Grady Hendrix Klappentext Soon to be a major motion picture. From the New York Times best-selling author of The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires , this unholy hybrid of Beaches and The Exorcist blends teen angst and unspeakable horrors into a pulse-pounding supernatural thriller. The year is 1988. High school sophomores Abby and Gretchen have been best friends since fourth grade. But after an evening of skinny-dipping goes disastrously wrong, Gretchen begins to actdifferent. She's moody. She's irritable. And bizarre incidents keep happening whenever she's nearby. Abby's investigation leads her to some startling discoveriesand by the time their story reaches its terrifying conclusion, the fate of Abby and Gretchen will be determined by a single question: Is their friendship powerful enough to beat the devil?The exorcist is dead. Abby sits in her office and stares at the email, then clicks the blue link. It takes her to the homepage of the paper she still thinks of as the News and Courier, even though it changed its name fifteen years ago. There's the exorcist floating in the middle of her screen, balding and with a ponytail, smiling at the camera in a blurry headshot the size of a postage stamp. Abby's jaw aches and her throat gets tight. She doesn't realize she's stopped breathing. The exorcist was dri...
“National treasure Grady Hendrix follows his classic account of a haunted IKEA-like furniture showroom, Horrorstor (2014), with a nostalgia-soaked ghost story, *My Best Friend’s Exorcism.”—The Wall Street Journal
“A touching story of high school friendship and, well, demonic possession.”—Bloody Disgusting
 
“Terrific...Sharply written...[My Best Friend’s Exorcism] makes a convincing case for [Hendrix’s] powers as a sharp observer of human behavior, filtered through a fun genre conceit that doesn’t skimp on the spooky—or the bodily fluids.”—The A.V. Club
 
“Think Mean Girls with demonic possession, set in 1988 Charleston. It’s funny, it’s heart-wrenching, it’s even a little spiritual, in a very strange way.”—Southern Living magazine
 
“The perfect mix of '80s nostalgia and scares.”—POPSUGAR
“This book packs all the magic of a summer horror flick.”—*Bustle
More praise for Grady Hendrix:
“Pure, demented delight.”—The New York Times Book Review, on Paperbacks from Hell
“Horrorstör delivers a crisp terror-tale...[and] Hendrix strikes a nice balance between comedy and horror.”—The Washington Post, on Horrorstör
“Hendrix’s darkest novel yet will leave readers begging for an encore.”—Booklist, starred review, on We Sold Our Souls
“A true appreciation of the genre.”—Los Angeles Times, on Paperbacks from Hell
“An inventive, hilarious haunted house tale.”—Bustle, on Horrorstör
 
“A good, creepy, music-tinged thriller.”—CNET, on We Sold Our Souls
Autorentext
Grady Hendrix
Klappentext
**Soon to be a major motion picture.
From the New York Times best-selling author of The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires, this unholy hybrid of Beaches and The Exorcist blends teen angst and unspeakable horrors into a pulse-pounding supernatural thriller.
The year is 1988. High school sophomores Abby and Gretchen have been best friends since fourth grade. But after an evening of skinny-dipping goes disastrously wrong, Gretchen begins to act…different. She’s moody. She’s irritable. And bizarre incidents keep happening whenever she’s nearby. Abby’s investigation leads her to some startling discoveries—and by the time their story reaches its terrifying conclusion, the fate of Abby and Gretchen will be determined by a single question: Is their friendship powerful enough to beat the devil?
Leseprobe
The exorcist is dead.
     Abby sits in her office and stares at the email, then clicks the blue link. It takes her to the homepage of the paper she still thinks of as the News and Courier, even though it changed its name fifteen years ago. There’s the exorcist floating in the middle of her screen, balding and with a ponytail, smiling at the camera in a blurry headshot the size of a postage stamp. Abby’s jaw aches and her throat gets tight. She doesn’t realize she’s stopped breathing.
     The exorcist was driving some lumber up to Lakewood and stopped on I-95 to help a tourist…