A Parade of Horribles by Matt Dinniman
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Ok, so getting through this has left me a bit shell shocked.

The humor and the bonkers imagination is still going full force. (I'm looking at you, Satan's Water Slide, lovely Penelope, chicken tendies, and countless little f-d up details throughout the novel (or novels) that make every reader shake with either rage or chaotic glee.)

But this novel in particular has crossed the line from deep gallows humor and insane killer clown territory to a deep kneecap-chopping horror rage that can only end with utter and terrible destruction.

Mind you, I love myself some good horror, and it's even better when it's so twisted it just becomes funny, but Dinniman just went----overboard. Or rather, he's pushing all new envelopes. And those envelopes are made up of more than magical barely-sentient farts.

It's people. The true horror is people. So many people.

I feel it here, even more than all the previous books where we had to get used to genocide-for-entertainment on a universal scale. As they make it this far, it becomes ever more obvious just how f-d up it all is.

And I'm on Carl's side. Donut, too.

At this point, being an utter agent of chaos might be the sanest thing left.



Honestly, this book might just scar you. Be forewarned. It's great. It's also the world's last, greatest death-race that's part Mad Max, Deadpool, Joker, and karaoke. But I'm also tearing up.

We're getting really close to the end.



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