This is a book that was meant to be a bloody horror but ended up becoming a drama about death, passing, loss, and the acceptance of the inevitable. It’s a melancholic journey through the memories of the titular last exorcist, filled with magic, doubt, and sorrow, but also vivid colors, love, and loyalty.
This is not a book to pick up if you’re looking to lift your spirits after a tough day. You won’t find a light, frivolous tale of salvation here, nor an action-packed story that will chill your blood. There are no criminal mysteries or Catholic rituals straight out of movies or other titles.
It’s a reflective tale about a life that isn’t always a bed of roses. It’s a judgment on loneliness, humility, and the fleeting nature of existence.
It is our duty, just as a teacher should teach even the most stubborn students, just as a doctor should heal regardless of costs and limitations, just as a parent should love their child.