These stories are true to its name—the work of a poison pen that bleeds its essence onto a page, mutating them into an ethereal form.
Judging from the title (and the cover, for that matter,) one would think that these are horror stories, but they’re not. Not really. Instead it has that sophisticated, dark irony. Yes, it does “explore the disturbing side of human nature,” but it’s played down so much that it kills the appeal. Mostly it was full of tedium and lag, and I expected more.
My rating: 2 stars