Easily the funniest book I’ve read in ages, Hellhole by Gina Damico is the unlikely story of one teenage boy’s quest to rid himself of a junk food-loving, reality TV-obsessed devil that’s taken up residence in his basement.
A devil is a bad influence . . .
There was a time when geeky, squeaky-clean Max Kilgore would never lie or steal or even think about murder. Then he accidentally unearths a devil, and Max’s choices are no longer his own. The big red guy has a penchant for couch surfing and junk food—and you should never underestimate evil on a sugar high.
With the help of Lore, a former goth girl who knows a thing or two about the dark side, Max is racing against the clock to get rid of the houseguest from hell before time, and all the Flamin’ Hot Cheetos this side of the fiery abyss, run out.
It’s an outrageous plot, but Damico makes it work — with equal parts wit and humor. Because despite plenty of drama, romance, and evil, Hellhole really is a funny book with some mildly serious undertones.
I honestly can’t remember the last time I laughed so much while reading a book. And it’s not just humor for humor’s sake — it is a genuinely funny book, so cleverly plotted and woven together that it works on every level. Hellhole is the kind of book that I would recommend it to my husband, my parents, my in-laws, my best friend, my brother. It’s just a fantastic read, with massive appeal.
Damico has written fully-realized characters, set in a cloyingly realistic town — and then tossed in the outrageous plot twist of a devil that loves junk food, video games, and reality TV. It’s insane, but it works and it’s fantastic.
Hellhole is in stores now.