Boneyard, Vol. 2
Ordinarily, a young guy coming into property would consider himself well fixed, and Richard Paris sorta does. But besides a house, his grandpa left him a cemetery that is abnormally active due to its occupancy by a vampire (curvaceous, female, and, uh, interested in Paris); an ambulatory skeleton; a talking raven; a gill-person (a la the Black Lagoon's denizen) and her husband (an assembled man who'd do Victor Frankenstein proud); and a demon self-exiled from Hell. And oh, yes, a garage-owning werewolf, Paris' mechanic, stalks the place. Everything would be hunky-dory, since the monsters are amiable enough, if only Paris hadn't just discovered that property taxes are $560,000 in arrears, with interest compounding daily. What to do . . . How about putting on a boxing bash headlined by the Frankenstein monster and the werewolf? Moore's smooth, fluid brand of cartoon realism (thinkArchiestreamlined) and abundant populist humor add up to the next step or two beyondTheMunsters andThe Addams Familyin horror sitcom. Pretty darn amusing.Ray OlsonCopyright © American Library Association. All rights reserved