My new job puts a lot of books in my face. Some of them I have never heard of, and some are completely horrifying.
First off, a self-published mystery with a classy, punny title. Does the murderer have allergies? Does the detective have a keen sense of smell that helps solve mysteries? I will never know because I will never read this book.
I think this next picture is a Frankenweiner. Or a Haunted Hotdog. Or something else you would write a children’s series book about. I can’t even remember what book this is from.
A sexy, sexy paranormal romance called…. The Undead In My Bed. Brings up fuzzy feelings of necrophilia.
Soulacoaster: The Diary of Me is not so much horrifying as amazing. But then again, I think Trapped in a Closet is a work of genius, so my taste is obviously questionable.
And last but not least, I present to you the questionable manga series Vampire Cheerleaders
Volume 2: “So my Sister’s a Bitch in Heat.”
That’s all I got, folks, but I think that’s plenty.
Isn’t “hanky panky” the phrase parents use when they want to talk to their kids about sex without using the word “sex”? No? Just mine?
Soulacoaster is my new favorite word of all time. I’m furious that R. Kelly snagged it before I could make it mine.
Yes, and that connotation makes this book even more horrifying, dontcha think?
Can this please be a weekly post?