Published July 11, 2017
“1990. The teen detectives once known as the Blyton Summer Detective Club (of Blyton Hills, a small mining town in the Zoinx River Valley in Oregon) are all grown up and haven’t seen each other since their fateful, final case in 1977. Andy, the tomboy, is twenty-five and on the run, wanted in at least two states. Kerri, one-time kid genius and budding biologist, is bartending in New York, working on a serious drinking problem. At least she’s got Tim, an excitable Weimaraner descended from the original canine member of the team. Nate, the horror nerd, has spent the last thirteen years in and out of mental health institutions, and currently resides in an asylum in Arhkam, Massachusetts. The only friend he still sees is Peter, the handsome jock turned movie star. The problem is, Peter’s been dead for years.
The time has come to uncover the source of their nightmares and return to where it all began in 1977. This time, it better not be a man in a mask. The real monsters are waiting.”
Evil Dead 2 meets Cabin in the Woods meets Scooby-Doo.
I loved the characters Cantero dreamt up and brought to life. The hot, smart red head. The tomboy Latina. The hallucinating, scrawny occult expert. The hyperactive, obedient Weimaraner. The star, former jock, now hallucination. Thirteen years after their last mystery, the Blyton Hills Summer Detective Club is together again and headed back to Oregon to face the ghosts they left behind. Something bad happened that last summer in Blyton Hills and its time to get closure. Did they catch the right guy? Their gut feeling says the real mystery of Deboen Mansion was not solved. They really wanted it to be just a man in a mask… They weren’t that lucky.
I knew I was going to like this book after I read the first page, probably even before that. The idea of a grown-up’s Scooby Doo really appealed to my nineties era inner misfit. Cantero has a unique and fun writing style. He gives inanimate objects emotion and feeling. His fight scenes were wonderfully composed and entertaining, albeit at times a little hard to follow. The references to nineties pop culture were sprinkled throughout like tasty and delightful morsels. Overall this novel was a crazy ass ride trapped in a miners cart barreling down a decrepit track with your screams trapped in your throat. I couldn’t get enough!