The Devils You Know, by M.C. Atwood

The Devils You Know, by Megan Atwood

From my Kirkus column about The Devils You Know, by M.C. Atwood:

Behind this somewhat bland cover is a book that is bananas. B-A-N-A-N-A-S. And by bananas, I mean a complete blast—familiar in a way that will scratch the horror itch, but still so unpredictable that it prompted me to say “WHAAAAAAAT” aloud. Multiple times. In a good way.

There have been dark legends about Boulder House for decades, but it’s no longer a place to avoid—now it’s a tourist destination. People visit in part for the architecture, but mostly for the collections of the architect—collections of dolls, of animatronics, of armor and taxidermy and multiple carousels. The seniors of Red River High are given a choice: field trip or finals. And, let’s be real—how many high school seniors are really going to choose finals?