I was hopeful to read a queer horror book in time for Halloween. You know those books where a male author writes about a woman and you just feel… ugh by it?
I dreaded writing this review because I can’t say anything nice about it.
Since we’re all staying home as much as possible anyway, what better way to spend my time than to reread my favourite books? And if you don’t know these books now is your chance to spend some quality time with queer quarantine reading.
But there are enough in Eight Kinky Nights and for that I am thankful. Definitely sad too because having to be thankful that you or parts of yourself are being represented in a good and healthy way is not okay.
When all hell literally breaks loose in Toronto and superstrength ghosts are unleashed on Wes and his friends, he and Hudson are thrown into a case unlike any they’ve seen before.
It’s one of those stories you end up really feeling with and cheering for the characters – and not just for them to get their heads out of their asses for fucks sake!