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Killer Pizza :: Book Review

Author: Greg Taylor


First of all – what a great title! Based on the name of Greg Taylor’s new book alone, we think this one’s gonna be a hit! And here’s another fun and amazing fact: Greg Taylor is also the screenwriter for Jumanji, the blockbuster movie. Now, let’s get to the book review!


The Story

The main character in this book is a 14-year-old boy named Toby McGill, who gets a summer job working at the new local diner – Killer Pizza. Toby’s really excited about working, because it will give him a chance to work toward his ultimate goal – to become a world-famous chef when he grows up.


Well, as it turns out, Toby ABSOLUTELY LOVES being a part of the Killer Pizza team, which includes Annabel who, despite being the popular girl at school, actually turns out to be totally nice, and a cooler-than-cool guy named Strobe. In fact, both boys have secret feelings for Annabel, which makes for some pretty sticky situations behind the pizza counter.


Unfortunately, this is one good thing that doesn’t last forever. Eventually, Toby finds out that Killer Pizza is nothing more than a front for a monster-hunting organizations – and he’s got some BIG decisions to make.


Killer Pizza is one of those great stories about an ordinary kid like you and me who suddenly finds himself transformed into an action hero. Toby actually confronts some really horrific monsters in the book, including guttata – creatures that are related to gargoyles and have some of the same attributes as vampires and werewolves.


This book is an amazing and exciting read – kind of a mix between horror and adventure. There are bullies, monsters, secret crushers, annoying little sisters, overprotective parents, high-tech weapons and, oh yeah, plenty of pizza!


Click Here to check out the official site for Killer Pizza! http://www.killerpizzabook.com/

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