Sunday 10 May 2020

WE DON'T TALK ABOUT HER by Andersen Prunty

We Don't Talk About Her
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Last week, Andersen Prunty offered a bunch of his Kindle books for free and I grabbed a few. This one caught my attention because I liked the cover and was curious about the title.

I actually started reading this last night but put it aside because I thought it might end up being just another generic stalker story about a delusional idiot. I decided to pick it up again tonight, and I'm glad I did because I was wrong.

Well, not entirely. It is about a delusional stalker idiot, but it's also about a whole lot more. A lot of fucked up shit. I kid you not. This book is so packed with shit that's totally screwed up and gross, that it's disturbing af. BUT! The strangest thing about the whole story is how the narrative makes every disgusting thing that happens appear normal. 😮

So, what's it about?

Clint likes to stalk young girls that catch his eye. He also lives in a hoarder house with his um, not-so alive mother. His latest target is a girl called Stella. But Stella has secrets of her own. And when she figures out his interest in her, she decides to use the knowledge against him...

Holy shit! This turned out to be seriously messed up. And I really liked the old switcheroo trick.

Every single character is totally despicable. They all suck and are deeply depraved in some way. There's really no saving grace for any of them. Even the unexpected bunch.

Yet, once I got into the groove of this demented tale, I couldn't put it down.

Luckily, it's not a long story, so I got through all the insanity and comedy of errors leading to the bizarre ending pretty quickly. Which proved that just when you think you've figured out who the grossest character is, another one manages to take their place.

This turned out to be a very strange, but entertaining story. It's quirky, creepy, and dare I say, even fun? 😬

But it's definitely not for the squeamish.

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