The Weirdness is, well, weird.
Good weird. Funny weird. Captivating weird. It’s like the literary equivalent of an Adam Sandler movie penned by Mark Twain. Sort of a concoction between Twain’s Letters From the Earth and Sandler’s Little Nicky.
Billy Ridgeway wakes up after a bender to find great smelling coffee brewing in the kitchen and Lucifer Morningstar (Satan) sitting in his living room. Hangover central. The Weirdness just gets weirder from there.
I really enjoyed Billy’s “voice” throughout the novel. He’s a guy you know and like. He stumbles through life worrying about everyday things. Billy is us. The regular folk. But is Billy up to saving mankind from annihilation at the hands of a maniacal warlock barricaded in his castle in Chelsea?
Give Jeremy P. Bushnell's debut novel The Weirdness a chance. Filled with absurdity and humor, it’s a great read for depressing places like airports or train stations or bus depots. It’ll brighten a darkened day and maybe induce a few belly laughs along the way.
Dan @ Central