Thriller novel fanatic? Horror movie lover? Obsessed with old Hollywood? Well, then, you've found a book that will feel as if it were uniquely and intimately written just for you.
The main character is damaged goods, an investigative journalist who discredited himself by jumping the gun and making statements he couldn't back up when looking into the life of a hermit-like underground movie director. Years later, the journalist gets a redemptive chance to look into the private life of that same genius/madman again, a powerful director who may very well have reared the perfect child...just to see to it that she sacrificed her life to a cult of pagan Satanists. But then again, when Hollyweird is involved, is any of it true? And could the protagonist go crazy trying to figure it out?
The characters are quirky and gritty, and all have solid motivations. The pace and style are both pretty good. The story involves hints of the dark internet, bitter movie goddesses of yesteryear, underground movie clubs, the supernatural, and a director who may or may not be either Dario Argento or Stanley Kubrik, depending on your viewpoint.
I loved this book and I think you will too.