The 80s were more than just neon spandex and hairspray—they were a time when friendship felt like a blood pact and every mall was a cathedral of teenage angst. Grady Hendrix’s My Best Friend’s Exorcism takes this nostalgia and douses it in holy water and vomit.
Here is a blog-style breakdown of why this story is the ultimate "horror-heart" hybrid. 🤘 Friendship vs. The Foulest Fiend
My Best Friend’s Exorcism proves that the power of Christ might compel you, but is what actually saves you. It’s a hilarious, heartbreaking, and horrifying love letter to the people who knew us before we knew ourselves.
Don’t let the pink cover fool you—the horror is visceral. From tapeworms to terrifying physical transformations, the book uses body horror to mirror the discomfort of puberty. Yet, it manages to stay grounded because Abby’s loyalty remains the focal point. She isn't a priest or a warrior; she’s just a girl who refuses to give up on her best friend. 🗝️ Key Takeaway