Dancing With Beelzebub is perhaps my favourite book, by my favourite author, Michael Laws. I read his insightful and incisive columns in the Sunday Star Times every week and I really like how he hates people who are different from me. He says what I'm thinking. Things Michael Laws doesn't like include

ferals (the poor)
ferals (people with Aspergers syndrome)
ferals (my annoying neighbors)
ferals (videogame players)
ferals (people with the wrong opinion)
ferals (actual feral cats and such)

In fact you can pretty much tell how any given Michael Laws column is going to go by following this simple formula:

1.) A thing has occurred
2.) Therefore, FERALS

But that's all good, because I like familiarity and I hate ferals.

ANYWAY this isn't about how much I love Laws, even though I do: it's about how much I love his book, and although it rends me to send it away I want to pass on its goodness to others.

The book is called Dancing With Beelzebub. Its title is a smidgen misleading because at no stage does any character actually Dance With Beelzebub, and it isn't based on other dancing-based works like Dances With Wolves.

It's actually about a dude called Regan Paul (sweet name bro) who bops home to Wanganui hoping to become a National candidate in the forthcoming general election. (Please note: in no way is Regan Paul an author-substitute for Michael Laws. Nup. Definitely not. Not at all.) But then some kids get murdered, and Paul falls under the spell of the mysterious Mandy Essen. Michael Laws has written a stunning thriller/whodunit, with a shocking climax that will linger long right after the final page has been turned.

Now I can tell you that this shocking climax is my favourite part in the book, because it's the bit where Michael Laws sorry I mean Regan Paul gets violated by evil lesbians with a massive black phallus. (Spoiler warning)

Questions welcome. Please love this book as I have.

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