A non-fiction book looking back at the world of pulpy horror novels from the seventies and eighties. You know it wasn’t just Stephen King back then. Horror movies weren’t the only ones having a renaissance–books preyed on our fears too. And they could be a lot nastier since they were only text.

Capitalizing on the Satanic Panic, psycho children, monster animals, haunted houses, and everything in-between. This book describes all the best. Personally, I came for the covers–those great covers that enticed everyone, more intriguing than movie posters, promising horrors within. It’s a fascinating look and an easy read. (I seem to be averaging a Grady Hendrix book every two months).