If you read the description of this book, whatever you're expecting, that's not what Horns is. This book is strange, delightfully so, and runs gleefully through the horror genre in a blue dress and a strategically placed sock. That's almost a spoiler. I can't say it enough; this book is odd. And the devil word playswow. It got me a few times, because you shouldn't be able to work that much humor into such a horrifying transformation. It's playful with an incredibly dark revenge plot and left me giggling at the horrible confessions its characters were compelled to make. I actually wanted more of the awkward interactions between the bedeviled protagonist and the small town folk around him. It was so wonderfully twisted. I enjoyed this book so much that I'll be looking for other works from this author, and I hope they are just as bizarre as this one.
After his childhood sweetheart is brutally killed and suspicion falls on him, Ig Parrish goes on a drinking binge and wakes up with horns on his head, hate in his heart, and an incredible new power which he uses in the name of vengeance.