“‘This time it’s personal.’
‘Jeezus! Could you be any more of a cliché?’
‘Yes I could.’”
The Red Mohawk is a book for lovers of the cheesy horror story. It has all of the ingredients to become an instant cult classic. To begin with, you have the most redneckognized tow in all of ‘Murica – “B Movie Hell.” This place is so white trash it even allowed its naming rights to be purchased!
The cast of characters rotates around the local whorehouse making for some extra raunchy good times that also brought back fond memories from my childhood and the first verboten film I ever sneaky-watched . . .
Next, add in a crazed, masked psychopath . . .
as well as . . .
Supergirl????? Yeah, Supergirl. Just go with it.
Don’t forget to mix in the most godawfully
and watch the body count start mounting. Oh, and make sure stop by the local diner for a bite to eat . . .
I mean, you have keep up your strength when it comes to running from bad guys, right???
Just don’t use the restroom. It’s been through . . . uhhhhhh . . . some stuff.
If you’re looking for some campy quality good times, The Red Mohawk is the book for you. So gross, so funny, so surprising that it actually contained quite a decent plot. Many thanks to Sh3lly for recruiting weirdos like myself, Shelby and Edward for this whacky buddy read.
ARC provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.