That spooky genius R. L. Stine is at it again with another young adult novel for his slightly older audience. Published in hardcover by Feiwel and Fiends, A Midsummer Night’s Scream follows his previous adult novel, Red Rain. There is clearly no end to R. L. Stine’s wicked imagination, and thank god for that. Stine makes Halloween fun. I’d have to list Stine up there with Guy N. Smith and James Herbert as my favorite horror-show scribes. Although Stine’s audience are comprised of “Tweens” (who thought up that ghastly word?), I maintain that his books can and should be enjoyed by anyone with a penchant for Halloween style entertainment. Now let’s get to the gruesome, palpitating heart of the bloody matter. A Midsummer Night’s Scream takes place sixty years after three young actors lost their lives on a movie set. In a desperate attempt to save a failing movie studio, a film crew revisits the sight of the mysterious murders. But nothing is as it appears. There may be ghosts here, and there are obviously evil forces at work. Stine never plays it safe. Evil is evil and the plot heats up fairly swiftly. The short chapters and Stine’s clipped prose make this spooky story accessible to readers of all ages looking for some Halloween thrills. You’ll breeze along with the mayhem at a chilling pace, like a swimmer in quicksand, and when you look up the shore will be too far away and you’re toast! The book has a nice design with each chapter heading dripping with blood. For my money, Halloween just isn’t Halloween without a book by R. L. Stine.