The Imaginary Corpse by Tyler Hayes
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

A truly delightful novel.

Look, I've always had a sweet spot for interesting juxtapositions. So when I realized this was an Urban Fantasy a-la Dresden featuring the lost imaginary friends who were loved by children and then discarded, along with their plushiness, to be trapped in a liminal space, the StillReal, where they continue on because they WERE loved--is all kinds of beautiful.

And Tippy the Triceratops, with his love of going through the dryer, of root beer, has ALL the makings of a Detective--and good thing, because there's a murderer of Friends on the loose.

I'll be the first to admit it enjoys all the old clichés, with a hefty dose of "we're all good people here because that's what our People made us to be", but it's still serious and sometimes rather scary because the underlying subject matter IS genuinely scary.

But the nostalgia, a wonderfully humorous playground--and hugs!--make this book very heartwarming.

I'm very happy to have read it. It hit the spot.

And now, my synesthesia can't get rid of the wholesome smell of root beer. Here! Here! A toast to the fallen.


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