3 1/2 Stars
I love the horror genre. It’s fantastic. I love having to lie in bed feeling all creeped out and not wanting to pee because it’s dark out. Needless to say, my husband hates the horror genre and my inexplicable attraction to it. But I digress. I picked up this book because it had a disturbing clown-like man on the cover. Creepy! Anyhow, this was a very strange book about a death investigator who slept without dreaming under a mound of blankets in an overheated room. The plot jumps between present murders committed by mysterious naked women who like eating innards and flashbacks of the childhood of the investigator. He, as we find out, had a very odd conception and may be supernatural himself. It ended abruptly and without answering many questions, but was enjoyable. Creepy covers always rule!