One of the advantages of writing a book is that other people send you their novels for free. And since you want to send your books to other authors too, it behooves you to pay it forward. The only problem is, when you read the book you are expected to write a review. And let me tell you, nothing is worse than telling somebody their book’s not very good. Writing is a very personal thing, and a book is, in many ways, a part of the author. Telling somebody their book isn’t any good is like telling them they’re ugly. It’s unpleasant. Fortunately, that’s a problem I won’t have with J.G. Faherty’s Cemetery Club.
Cemetery Club is the first book of Faherty’s I have read. I know of him by reputation due to his highly acclaimed young adult novel, Ghosts of Coronado Bay. That effort was rewarded with a Bram Stoker Award Nomination. (He lost to Jonathan Maberry, an honor unto itself). So when I opened Cemetery Club, I expected a YA horror romp. Nothing could be further from the truth.
Cemetery Club is a fun but visceral supernatural zombie novel. It’s got plenty of blood and guts for the gore hounds, while keeping that air of mystery and otherworldly dread that those with more refined tastes prefer. Set in the town of Rocky Point, Cemetery Club tells the story of four friends who years before awakened a sleeping evil that seeks to possess and devour everything in its path. Now it is awake again, and only they can stop it.
Cemetery Club reminded me of some of Stephen King’s early works. It has everything a horror novel needs—insane asylums, tombs, crypts, disbelieving police, heroes in need of redemption. And it offers a new spin on the zombie genre.
I recommend Cemetery Club wholeheartedly to fans of a good, fun horror yarn. Faherty knows how to frighten and he knows how to entertain. You can’t ask for much more than that.