What a ride. It’s been a while since I read a horror novel, but really enjoyed The Only Good Indians. This is a story of four friends who embark on a hunting trip, dubbed the Thanksgiving Classic, and make decisions that fateful day that would come back to haunt them. It took me a few chapters to get used to SGJ’s writing style, but once I did it was game on. I would probably describe this book as a slow burn horror story. The story didn’t come right out and get under my skin, rather there was this buildup of the unknown that did its magic. And Denorah, my hero, I loved her. I had a great time reading the male characters, but Denorah’s character captivated me. Also, as someone who grew up playing basketball, I appreciated that connection in the story. I would absolutely recommend this book to not only horror fans, but anyone looking for a great story.