The opening chapters told me that I’d made the right decision. Hopeful, I scanned the blurb and decided that this was just what I needed to take my mind off of the possible collapse of American society.
Monster in my closet came up on a list of audible recommendations. In flight from the ubiquitous and terrifying pandemic news, I was looking for a nice, light, slightly humorous paranormal read, even if it meant corny jokes, clichés, and careworn plot devices.
