A rant about books, horror, and the weird. I sometimes take on my love/hate relationship with goodreads and Amazon.
There was a hint of the charnel house when I picked this up. I made it to page 48 before I got to the real biblio-necropolis. I had to hold my nose to continue. I had to tie a damp rag around my head to press on. Alas, I could go no further, the stench was too great...
Horror ritin fer Jethro Bodeen.
Sorry if I offend anyone who likes this sort of thing. Mine is going on eBay.