Publisher Description:
College grad Bailey Chen has a few demons: no job and a rocky relationship with
Zane, her only friend when she moves back home. But when Zane introduces Bailey
to his fellow monster-fighting bartenders, her demons get a lot more literal.
Last Call at the
Nightshade Lounge is a silly and entertaining tale of cocktails that give
one the power to fight demons.
The fighting demons with cocktails conceit wore a little
thin, but the robust plot kept me going as a reader. There was one shockingly
out of place incident that won't make dog lovers happy, but otherwise the violence is of the over-the-top
demon fighting kind. Overall, I’d rate this book a little gimmicky but amusing
and fun. It definitely does not take itself seriously. (The demons are called
tremens - a group of them? A delirium.) It also has a diverse cast of
characters, always welcome.
I loved the Chicago
setting and details. The cover says the writer lives in L.A. ,
but I have to believe from the accurate Chicago
vocabulary that he was a Chicagoan at one time. Some lines made me laugh out
loud (off to fight demons and the bad guy, the main character’s hair was “styled
to weather both Chicago
winds and possibly the end of the world.” p. 327 of the advance reader copy).
Last Call at the
Nightshade Lounge really feels like a “new adult” novel (although I do hate
that label). (“She’d spent so much of the past two months running from her old
self, but for the first time she felt maybe she didn’t have to. … What mattered
was the future, and she still had plenty of that left.” (p. 276) This from a
recent college graduate.)
Recommended for lovers of urban fantasy like Jim Butcher’s
The Dresden Files and for “new adult” Chicagoans who like quirky fantasy. In
fact, if you are a Chicagoan or ex-Chicagoan of any age and the book’s description intrigues
you, give it a shot. The opening of the author’s Acknowledgments give you an
idea of what to expect:
The hardest part about writing the acknowledgments for a book I wrote is finding a way to stretch the words “Great job, Paul!” See, that’s the thing about this book: I wrote it all by myself. If there’s anyone to acknowledge, it’s definitely just me and me alone. Well, me and Mira. I will definitely thank her. She’s my roommate’s cat, and she spent most of the draft process lying quietly in a nearby sunbeam. It was the single most inspiring thing I’ve ever seen. (p. 280 of the ARC)
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