Dear Stupid Penpal Review

Special thanks to Tenebrous Press for the ARC copy they provided.

Wow. Okay, okay. Can we just take a minute and say that again? Wow. Just holy fucking wow.

There are books you one hundred percent KNOW you’re going to love from the get-go, from the first moment you hear about them or see their cover and read that tantalizing blurb. Dear Stupid Penpal was one of those for me. Right from the beginning when Tenebrous Press dropped the little nugget of knowledge that they were publishing this, I KNEW I wanted it. I knew this book and I were going to get together and make sweet, sweet reading time together.

Ahem.

Anyway…

I was right. I just didn’t know how right I was going to be until my digital ARC landed in my inbox and I plugged that thing into my reading device. Ho boy. Rascal Hartley took me for a ride through space and time dilation and the sweetest, most tooth rotting fluff with a backdrop of cosmic horror lurking in a corner.

Ready to spring and remind us all we’re merely mortal. Even if that mortality comes after eternity, when the planet ends and time packs up and decides it’s time to go, ‘nough said, that’s it and there ain’t no more.

I freaking LOVE this book.

Dear Stupid Penpal hit all my points and I devoured it like a universe munching entity squatting at the end of time/space.

Yeah. This was a wow experience for me. If you like your terror mixed with a healthy dose of queer awakening and “my long distance boyfriend might be a mythical monster,” it just might be for you too.

Grab a copy and give it a read. I dare you.