Where the Wild Things Bite (Half-Moon Hollow #8)
Pocket Books / July 26, 2016 / $7.99 print, $6.99 digital
Molly Harper does her best to make sure that you cross camping, and really anything involving airline flights, off your list of vacation destinations this year. I am devastated by the way the great outdoors is portrayed here. Well, actually not. Camping and I go together like Peanut Butter and sardines. Yes, just the idea of going camping makes me a bit queasy. So I think Molly Harper does a wonderful job portraying what spending a week in the great outdoors means to me in her latest novel, Where the Wild Things Bite.
Anna Whitfield is agoraphobic, germaphobic, aviophobic, and at best, social awkward. This bibliographer would have been happier staying in her quiet, little apartment but she was determined to return the rare and valuable book on shapeshifters to its owner, Jane Jamison-Nightengale. She just wished taking the flight to Jane’s little town of Half-Moon Hollow would have allowed her to take a real airplane rather than the flying car that was sitting on the tarmac.
An evil transportation-hating monster had devoured my plane. And in its place, the monster had left a little, bite-size plane crumb behind.