Seventeen-year-old Maggie Cunningham is tough, smart, and sassy. She's also not like other girls her age, but then, who would be when the family business is monster hunting? Combat boots, ratty hooded sweatshirts, and hair worn short so nothing with claws can get a grip, Maggie's concerns in life slant more toward survival than fashion or boys. Which presents a problem when Maggie's mother informs Maggie that she can't get her journeyman's license for hunting until she loses her virginity. Something about virgin blood turning vampires into pointy rage monsters. Blood and gore and insides being on the outside and all that. Maggie's battled ghosts and goblins and her fair share of house brownies, but finding herself a boy - fitting in with her peers - proves a much more daunting task than any monster hunt. Did you know normal girls don't stuff their bras with holy water balloons? Nor do they carry wooden stakes in their waistbands. And they care about things like "matching" and "footwear." Of course, they also can't clean a gun blindfolded, shoot a crossbow, or exorcise ghosts from a house. Which means they're lame and Maggie's not. Because Maggie's awesome. The Awesome, in fact. Just ask her. She'd be more than happy to tell you. After she finds herself a date.
- Paperback | 352 pages
- 140 x 208 x 15mm | 227g
- 26 May 2015
"Piercing and brutally funny--I wish I'd had Darrows to read when I was ateen."--- Lilith Saintcrow, author of the "Dante Valentine series "
About Eva Darrows
Eva Darrows is a thirty-something word nerd doing her word nerd thing in scenic southeastern Massachusetts. Armed with a basset hound army and too many cups of coffee, she slants toward stories that will tickle the funny bone. Her alter ego, Hillary Monahan, has been known to make creepy crawly words scuttle across the page, and the authoress is quite content vacillating wildly between giggling profanity and terrifying awfulness.