If you are into bizarre, slightly raunchy, chuckle-inducing tales of the dead and almost dead, then Christopher Moore’sSecondhand Souls is the book for you. The sequel to A Dirty Job continues Charlie Asher’s story as he tries to keep the forces of evil at bay, although it is admittedly tougher in a cobbled-together body of animal parts and lunch meat. No review could possibly do the plot and cast of characters justice as this definitely falls under the You Just Have to Read It category. The icing on this literary cake? The cover glows in the dark. – DJ, Schlow Centre Region Library
In San Francisco, the souls of the dead are mysteriously disappearing—and you know that can’t be good—in New York Times bestselling author Christopher Moore’s delightfully funny sequel to A Dirty Job.
Something really strange is happening in the City by the Bay. People are dying, but their souls are not being collected. Someone—or something—is stealing them and no one knows where they are going, or why, but it has something to do with that big orange bridge. Death Merchant Charlie Asher is just as flummoxed as everyone else. He’s trapped in the body of a fourteen-inch-tall “meat puppet” waiting for his Buddhist nun girlfriend, Audrey, to find him a suitable new body to play host.
To get to the bottom of this abomination, a motley crew of heroes will band together: the seven-foot-tall death merchant Minty Fresh; retired policeman turned bookseller Alphonse Rivera; the Emperor of San Francisco and his dogs, Bummer and Lazarus; and Lily, the former Goth girl. Now if only they can get little Sophie to stop babbling about the coming battle for the very soul of humankind . . .
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