I've been incredibly busy with work, so finding any sort of uninterrupted span of time to dedicate to reading has been nothing short of depressing. But once I found that window of time (thank you, cold), I was incapable of setting this book down. Blown. Away. Chase Night's Chicken is absolutely wonderful.
If you've ever lived in or around the Bible Belt, read this book. If you're familiar with the conservative south, small-town America, Licking, MO (that's for you, Ritzy), or any other derivative of any of these places, read this book. Even if you're easily offended or can't relate to any of these places, still, read this book. Chicken is a story of courage and love—forbidden love, where the real monsters take the form of you and I, and the beasts are the redeemers of humanity. Presented as a YA novel, all ages would benefit from reading this book. Just. Read. It.
I moved back to Northwest Arkansas in July 2012, when this book takes place, and its story sent flashbacks of some heavily covered press events from that summer. It's smartly written, its humor well-timed, keeping me from falling into a deep depression for what its main characters, Casper and Brant, endure. There's an intense scene on page 271, between Casper, his parents, and his sister, Laramie, which sent me into shock, and I didn't know whether to laugh like an all-out crazy person, or to just burst into tears. Chicken did that a lot—ricochet between the sad indecencies of a close-minded society and the saving humor found in epiphanic realizations.
Night reveals Chicken as the second book in his coming trilogy, and I seriously can't wait to get my hands on The Natural State and Demoniac—I adore Casper Quinn and Brant Mitchell. And even with the disclosure of a trio, I tell you, Chicken stands strongly alone.
As a side note, after reading through Night's book, I visited his Instagram out of curiosity. Take a gander—it's apparent that Night had lots of inspiration and fun in sharing the story of Casper and Brant.