Hold Me Closer, Necromancer

I was surprised by “Hold Me Closer, Necromancer”. Quite frankly, going in, my expectations weren't high. In fact, this book had been teetering mid-way through the stack of TBRs for a while.

When I finally picked it up, I nearly set it down again permenantly when I realized Sam's (main character) full name was Samhain. I sneered in disgust. The author hadn't even done their research. As any good Gael will tell you Samhain is not pronounced “sam-hane”, more along the lines of “sah-win”.

Sorry to be such a pronunciation snob, but that sort of crap bugs me.

Fortunately, before I could throw the book across the room the author redeemed themselves with a plausible explanation in the next paragraph. At that point I gave up the struggle and let myself become completely engrossed.

Sam is a loveable slacker - a skateboarding college dropout working the fast-food career track. That is, until he has a run in with the local necromancer at which point Sam's entire life goes from meh to worse in the space of 48 hours.

One of the other reviewers said they pictured Sam looking like Llyod Dobler from the 80s movie Say Anything, and now I can't get the visual out of my head. Slap a hoody on him, give him a skateboard, put him in Seattle, and pit him against an evil-dead-raising SOB, and you have Sam LaCoix.

I'm looking forward to reading more about Sam and crew. If the first book is anything to judge by, it's going to be an interesting ride.