I don't like this book. Not because its disgusting, not because immoral nor deplorable but because its really poorly written.
Now originally i thought: okay, this is probably one of Beauregard's first books. Its his 17th book hes ever written, its younger then "The Slob" another book he wrote that more often gets more praise for being even more disturbing, then "Playground". If "The Slob" is "more disturbing" then "Playground" then i dont wanna read it, not for the risk of traumatizing myself (honestly "Playground" didnt leave much of impression) but for the risk of boredom. I feel the book made me cringe more then squirm like the review from this Brian Keene.
I remember i was speaking to my sister about this book and she agreed with me on most of my points, both of us have been traumatized terribly in our childhoods. Im not sure about her but i felt that Beauregard, much like us, was traumatized but unlike us he chooses to channel his past experiences into his writing to make it more overwhelmingly gross. Now i dont have an issue with this but i dont take an issue when you write it so obviously sloppily. This books feels like edgy for the sake of being edgy, which is the point of splatterpunk as a whole genre but this one especially. im surprised i didnt see the line "hyper realistic blood" on the page.
i just,,, i just didnt like it i dont wanna talk about it anymore (i can talk more about it i just dont wanna,,,)
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