Daily Archives: September 27, 2012

Throwback Thursday (09/27/12)

Throwback Thursday is a weekly meme hosted by The Housework Can Wait and Never Too Fond of Books!

Noting that book blogging onften focuses on new releases, here’s how Throwback Thursday works:

  1. Pick a book released more than 5 years ago.
  2. Write up a short summary of the book (include the title, author, and cover art) and an explanation of why you love it.
  3. Link up your post at The Housework Can Wait or Never Too Fond of Books.
  4. Visit as many blogs as you can, reminisce about books you loved, and discover some “new” books for your TBR list!

The Midnight Tour by Richard Laymon

“The Beast House – legendary site of ghastly murder! See with your own eyes where the bloody butchery took place! Witness authentic reproductions of the Beast’s ravaged victims in their actual death garments! Listen to the true story of the only known survivor of the Beast!”

The sales pitch hasn’t changed much over the years – except now you can listen to it on earphones as you take the audio tour of the house. But the taped tour only gives you a sanitized version of the horrific events that made the Beast House infamous. If you want the full story, you’ll have to take the Midnight Tour. Saturday nights only. Limited to thirteen unlucky tourists. It begins on the stroke of midnight.

Tonight the guide will show you every nook and cranny of the house. She’ll tell you everything – including details too ghastly and perverse to be mentioned in daylight. But she might not be able to save you. Because this Saturday night, those on the Midnight Tour will be joined by an unexpected visitor.

They’ll be lucky to get out alive… (Summary via Goodreads)

This is the third in a loose series of Beast House books written by Richard Laymon, but it’s the first Laymon book I ever read, so it’s getting the nod. Richard Laymon is not for everyone. His books have lots of sex, violence, and skeevy characters. They are a guilty pleasure for me because it’s fun to be scared and grossed out sometimes. The Midnight Tour is a pretty fat book, but it’s a bag-of-potato-chip read. Once you get started, you’ll consume the whole thing quickly and feel a little greasy afterward. Somehow, I think this is a good thing…