This is a change of pace for me. Horror is not something I generally like, but this caught my eye. It is a haunted house story but set in a big-box IKEA-like store called Orsk. The opening sentence sets us up for what is to come.  It was dawn, and the zombies were stumbling through the parking lot, streaming toward the massive beige box at the far end.

With those few words, author Hendrix prepares us to see the employes as little more than zombies, which in turn prepares us for the un-living zombies soon to come.

What gives this story a new twist is the IKEA setting; the comparison between the living and the dead zombies (yes, it continues); and the humor. The main character is Amy, a sharp-mouthed woman floating through life. Her attitude makes the story pop.

If you like The Walking Dead, or perhaps the Greatful Dead, you’ll like this book. If you are squeamish about a little bloodletting, give it a pass.

I enjoyed the book and even found redeeming qualities. Amy turns herself around and tries to help her new friends. There is more to her boss who hates her than Amy imagined. Evil will lose in the end.

Mike Lawrence


This is book 3 of the Nick Dixon series about a Detective Inspector who succeeds without breaking a sweat. He is quick and brash and even his Superintendent lets him have his way and only his Detective Sergeant can put him in his place, but only because they are playing house.

You might have guessed I’m not as impressed with the DI as Mr. Boyd is, but don’t let that stop you from reading a good story. It is a good police procedural centered around the death of a groomsman kicked to death by a prize racehorse, or not.

There are twists, including the fact that Dixon is just out of the hospital with stitches holding his shoulder together from an earlier knife wound. Said stitches rupture when he takes on two killers by himself, not wanting to risk his lovely Sergeant who is upstairs with the dog. John Wayne lives.

It is about as quick a read as I’ve seen in a while. I liked it.

Oh, did anyone else think, Dick Nixon?

Mike Lawrence