If the title of leads you to think this is going to be a fun loving, tongue in cheek, romp of a vampire tale you’re only half right. Grady Hendrix has written a down-right scary story full of gory violence, female empowerment, racial politics, capitalist critique, and then, a little fun loving rompiness.
In 1990s, suburban, Mount Pleasant, South Carolina, Patricia Campbell has given up her career to become a housewife, taking care of her successful, yet distant husband and a pair of ungrateful children. Constantly running errands and driving carpools and looking after her belligerent mother-in-law, Patricia has nothing for herself… other than Book Club.
Book Club is a respite, where Patricia bonds with the women of her neighborhood, reading salacious true-crime books like Ann Rule’s The Stranger Beside Me and Helter Skelter. Books that their genteel southern neighbors would find entirely unacceptable.
Book Club is what she turns to for help when the children from the disenfranchised side of town begin to disappear and Patricia suspects her charming new neighbor, a man with an aversion to sunlight, of being involved. Ultimately, the ladies of Book Club might be the best Mount Pleasantites to protect their unsuspecting community from the monster they’ve all unfortunately invited into their homes.