So right off the bat, “Mister B. Gone” makes me think it is kind of an antithesis to The Screwtape Letters. Same vehicle, very different story and purpose. A demon writing his memoirs. I’m not sure this is going to be a great book, but what I’m hoping for is that it is at least fun. I still love the first line and the repeated refrain to “burn this book,” because if you don’t all kinds of evil and horrible things will happen to you. To me. I kinda like the slighty weird, queasy feeling that gives me. The feeling that, what if the book isn’t kidding. But then I laugh to myself and keep going. So far, that accomplishes some of the purposes of the horror genre, at least as I see them.
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