A deliciously wicked treat, no holds barred horror served up bloody with a side dish of sex. The Little Book of Horrors is macabre, disturbing, viciously satisfying and definitely not for the squeamish.
Look. I'm going to be honest here. That description may be a little misleading.
I double checked. This book is for adults.
*sigh* Where do I start?
Okay, so I don't want to rip the collection to pieces, mostly because I haven't got time, so I'll just go through the first story. Um. Spoilers.
Karma's a Psychopath.
So, a guy meets a man about a monkey. No that's not the beginning of a joke. The guy buys a marmoset to use as a prop in his business venture in Benidorm (!). He spends his evenings charging 10 euros a pop for people to have their photo taken with a now abused monkey.
I shit you not.
A few weeks later, a woman turns up and picks up the guy. Even takes the monkey with them. Kinky.
Her name is Karma. Oh.... now I get it. Karma.
Anyway, she kills him. And takes care of the monkey. No. Not like that. That's disgusting.
I don't know where to begin. It's not interesting. It's not "no holds barred horror". There's no "macabre". It's not "disturbing", "satisfying", and my mom would read this with the lights out.
Yes the stories in here should be classed as horror. But so should Addams Family Reunion. The one without Raul Julia.
Think of something nice to say. Think of something nice to say.
It's edited pretty well. Laid out okay. Cover's...the right size.
And that's why it isn't getting zero stars. It could have been worse.
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