I am tired, and I stayed home sick today, meaning that when I take my son’s graduation day off at the end of the year I’m going to get docked for it. I still feel kind of gross and don’t have a ton of energy, but I want to recognize this book for its Dungeon Crawler Carl level of “has no right to be this good.”

So, with that in mind, a two-sentence review: For Whom the Belle Tolls is, somehow, a warm, witty and delightful book about dying young from cancer and then living and working in Hell, and also about self-acceptance and found family. And hot sex with demons with ribbed cocks.

So, yeah. Maybe that convinces you to read it and maybe it doesn’t. But I had a much better time with this one than I would ever have imagined possible.