I wrote last week that I had started this debut novel and liked it. Fortunately, unlike far too many other debut novels I've started, The Monsters of Templeton was entertaining throughout, and its engaging narrator Willie Upton is someone about whom I could read much, much more.
It's not a horror novel, though there are monsters and ghosts. Mostly it's about family and identity and perserverance and how we survive many dreadful things as a species.
You can check out my review here if you want to read more. And why wouldn't you want to read more? Surely by now you trust my impeccable taste in literature.
By the way, isn't this a great jacket cover? If you were judging this book by its cover, you would be pretty satisfied, I think.