This book has been well-reviewed, and I’m glad for that because I didn’t write many notes while reading. I started reading it and wouldn’t have put it down except bedtime came, and I’m a stickler for sleep. It starts charming enough, with a, we’re bored, let’s make a better book club than the boring one we’re in. The men in this community are all, “Isn’t that cute. Our little ladies are in a book club. More like gossiping hens, am I right, fellas?” These are southern men straight out of the 50s that you love to hate because they want their women pure and in the kitchen, raising their children while they’re off golfing with the boys.
What you might think is just a charming, cozy mystery if it weren’t for the title turns bizarre. Hendrix has done such a good job at laying out a charming book, that when things get weird, it takes you by surprise. No, he didn’t just do that to these almost Stepford wives, did he? Yes, he did, and he did it well. Good on Patricia for sticking with her guns, even when she sometimes doubted herself. This was a super fun, addicting read from start to finish, and if you haven’t read it, you should.
The Southern Book Club’s Guide to Slaying Vampires is available on Amazon for $3.99 (Which is super cheap. I don’t know if that’s a temporary deal or not).
About the Book:
Patricia Campbell’s life has never felt smaller. Her husband is a workaholic, her teenage kids have their own lives, her senile mother-in-law needs constant care, and she’s always a step behind on her endless to-do list. The only thing keeping her sane is her book club, a close-knit group of Charleston women united by their love of true crime. At these meetings they’re as likely to talk about the Manson family as they are about their own families.
One evening after book club, Patricia is viciously attacked by an elderly neighbor, bringing the neighbor’s handsome nephew, James Harris, into her life. James is well traveled and well read, and he makes Patricia feel things she hasn’t felt in years. But when children on the other side of town go missing, their deaths written off by local police, Patricia has reason to believe James Harris is more of a Bundy than a Brad Pitt. The real problem? James is a monster of a different kind—and Patricia has already invited him in.
Little by little, James will insinuate himself into Patricia’s life and try to take everything she took for granted—including the book club—but she won’t surrender without a fight in this blood-soaked tale of neighborly kindness gone wrong.
Lastly, I wanted to share Grady’s Amazon profile pic that I came across reviewing this because it has so much personality it needs to be shared