![]() ![]() If you’ve never read Stephen Graham Jones before, this is a really good place to start. His voice is familiar yet unique we’ve all known a kid like Sawyer, and Jones does a good job tugging on that recognition and then twisting it into something awful. Jones crafts the main character, Sawyer, with messy precision. It’s also about a young man losing his tether on reality. This isn’t just a story about a mannequin that comes to life and starts killing people. The trap has sprung, the knife has cut, and the blood is flowing. By that point, however, it’s much too late. ![]() The further you get into the story, the more you realize those little moments earlier on that felt off or odd or jarring were actually big clues as to what is about to happen. The book begins innocently enough – with a teenage prank – but quickly spirals into bloody chaos. While the latter is much shorter than the former, it’s just as creepy and chilling as everything else Jones writes. He has two books out this year, The Only Good Indians (which was so unsettling I had to stop listening to the audiobook at work and wait for my hold to come through at the library for the print copy) and Night of the Mannequins. And on top of that, he’s incredibly prolific. Who doesn’t love Stephen Graham Jones? The man writes horror like no one else. ![]()
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