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caitpoytress's review against another edition
4.0
My first by Christopher Moore but definitely not my last.
mehitabels's review
5.0
"Last time I really got to know myself it turned out there was a whole gang of bitches in there to deal with. I felt like the receptionist at a rehab center. They all had nice tits, though, I gotta say."
truliec's review
2.0
I finished this book mostly b/c I wanted to know what happened. There was a lot of swearing and some intimate scenes, which isn't really my cup of tea. The author does have a warning at the beginning of the book that that would be the case. It wasn't exactly the happy Christmas read I was hoping for, but it was ok (if you ignore the inappropriate parts)
kc_sears's review
3.0
This was my 4th Christopher Moore book and probably my least favorite of the ones I've read. It was a non-traditional pick of a Christmas book for our bookclub so I may have enjoyed it more if I read all the Pine Cove books and not just read the book on its own. Would I recommend it? Probably not. But I definitely will mention this book and think of it every holiday because of the absurdity.
aaronberning's review
5.0
"Skinner was worried about the Food Guy, and he was hoping that maybe the Emergency Backup Food Guy might give him one of the tasty-smelling white squirrels in the cages on the table, now that it appeared that the Food Guy was finished cooking them. This teasing was as bad as when that kid at the beach used to pretend to throw the ball, then not throw the ball. Then pretend to throw the ball, but not throw the ball. Skinner had to knock the kid down and sit on his face. Boy, had he been bad-dogged for that. Nothing hurt like being bad-dogged, but if the Food Guy kept teasing him with the white squirrels, Skinner knew he was going to have to knock him down and sit on his face, maybe even poop in his shoe. Oh, I am a bad, bad dog. No, wait, the Emergency Backup Food Guy was scratching his ears. Oh, that felt good. He was fine. Doggie Xanax. Never mind."
benlundns's review
5.0
There are not a lot of books that include a zombie Santa, a talking fruit bat, a sherriff that is constantly on drugs, a not so intelligent (and very ADD) angel, and the Warrior Babe of the Outland. But when you realize that book is written by Christopher Moore, the natural reaction is "Well, that sounds about right."
I grabbed this book from a second hand sale one morning, because, as I mentioned, it was a Christopher Moore book which triggers my natural reaction, which is "Yes Please". There is something weirdly funny about the way he writes out a story. It's less Terry Pratchett and more Robert Rankin, but more like if Robert Rankin was putting on a play, and everyone was forgetting their lines. There is a plot, but it is more fun to just be pulled along for the ride.
Great book, nice easy read, FUN to read. Really a nice pick me up to enjoy for a week.
I grabbed this book from a second hand sale one morning, because, as I mentioned, it was a Christopher Moore book which triggers my natural reaction, which is "Yes Please". There is something weirdly funny about the way he writes out a story. It's less Terry Pratchett and more Robert Rankin, but more like if Robert Rankin was putting on a play, and everyone was forgetting their lines. There is a plot, but it is more fun to just be pulled along for the ride.
Great book, nice easy read, FUN to read. Really a nice pick me up to enjoy for a week.
mac_ashton's review
4.0
It Ain’t Christmas Until A Fruit Bat Bites Someone
What’s a holiday story that doesn’t start with bloodshed, cursing, and a little good-old-fashioned graveyard sex? Moore’s holiday tale begins with a bang (eyes) and keeps it up throughout. His trademark quick humor elevates what could have been an ordinary tale of holiday murder and turns it into something special. Despite the often-dark events and themes, The Stupidest Angel manages to stay hilarious, and occasionally heartwarming.
The best holiday tales have a bit of darkness interlaced with cheer and familiarity (A Christmas Carol, Gremlins, the classics). The Stupidest Angel is no exception covering themes of infidelity, biblical miracles and backyard marijuana growing operations. Moore finds and captures his holiday spirit through a cast of characters ranging from a B-movie star on the verge of a psychotic break to a DEA pilot and his Ray Ban-wearing fruit bat. All of Moore’s characters are beyond batshit (except the bat, funnily enough) and watching them interact is an absolute joy.
While the overarching story is predictable in the sense that most holiday tales are, the details were not. The bizarre actions of the characters and the surprisingly high stakes, had me burn through this book in about a week (I’m generally a slow reader). It’s a quick story with some excellent twists and turns that I didn’t expect, and a wonderful antidote to all of the terrible, saccharine, streaming movies that I’ve been binging (we’ve all made our choices).
If you’re looking for a good, sometimes crude, blood-bathy laugh this holiday season, I recommend picking this book up. As with most of Moore’s work, I laughed out loud through most of it and I’m still thinking about the story after I’ve put it down. Moore has cemented himself as one of my favorite authors, and I highly recommend checking out some of his other work: Lamb (the story of Jesus’s life outside The Bible, hilarious) and A Dirty Job (a tale of Death and the many workers who carry it out).
What’s a holiday story that doesn’t start with bloodshed, cursing, and a little good-old-fashioned graveyard sex? Moore’s holiday tale begins with a bang (eyes) and keeps it up throughout. His trademark quick humor elevates what could have been an ordinary tale of holiday murder and turns it into something special. Despite the often-dark events and themes, The Stupidest Angel manages to stay hilarious, and occasionally heartwarming.
The best holiday tales have a bit of darkness interlaced with cheer and familiarity (A Christmas Carol, Gremlins, the classics). The Stupidest Angel is no exception covering themes of infidelity, biblical miracles and backyard marijuana growing operations. Moore finds and captures his holiday spirit through a cast of characters ranging from a B-movie star on the verge of a psychotic break to a DEA pilot and his Ray Ban-wearing fruit bat. All of Moore’s characters are beyond batshit (except the bat, funnily enough) and watching them interact is an absolute joy.
While the overarching story is predictable in the sense that most holiday tales are, the details were not. The bizarre actions of the characters and the surprisingly high stakes, had me burn through this book in about a week (I’m generally a slow reader). It’s a quick story with some excellent twists and turns that I didn’t expect, and a wonderful antidote to all of the terrible, saccharine, streaming movies that I’ve been binging (we’ve all made our choices).
If you’re looking for a good, sometimes crude, blood-bathy laugh this holiday season, I recommend picking this book up. As with most of Moore’s work, I laughed out loud through most of it and I’m still thinking about the story after I’ve put it down. Moore has cemented himself as one of my favorite authors, and I highly recommend checking out some of his other work: Lamb (the story of Jesus’s life outside The Bible, hilarious) and A Dirty Job (a tale of Death and the many workers who carry it out).