I bought this book because it had two short stories from series that I’m reading. And then I figured that since it was an ebook, it was a good one to read before bed, instead of keeping my partner awake with the bedside lamp on. I’m still not sure of how I feel about this collection. It was certainly an easy read, but maybe not one that I will pick up again in a heart beat.
This story gave me the goosebumps. It was grotesque, creepy and so open ended that you could imagine the villain coming for you in the dark of night. The fact that it featured a nerd who refused to leave his apartment and hunted for the epitome of horrifying collectibles… it somehow made it all the more creepy.
This story was kind of weird, uncomfortable, and funny all at the same time.
After the first few pages of this, I thought that I knew where it was going. An unexpecting apprentice accidentally summons a demon… the demon gains the upper hand… the apprentice is trying to find a way out of it. Hence, the book of lessons. However, like all good short stories, there is a twist at the end that made me laugh. It also left me feeling a little perplexed and confused. I think I understand it, but I’m really not 100% sure.
This story is incredibly disturbing. And funny. And humorous. But mostly, just disturbing. After all, it’s about a man who decides that he really wants to try bone bread. And a creepy taxidermist. And really, when the opening paragraph is about how much the character loves dead things… you know that this is going to be kind of sick and twisted.
A ghost walks into a lawyers office. It honestly just sounds like the beginning of a really bad joke. And, honestly, with the tone of the Blood Lite III collection, I was kind of expecting a really, really bad joke. Something about how lawyers are zombies zapping the life (and money) out of the world. But, although this point is kind of hiding in the story, it’s more about the law of possession.
We all know the quintessential class clown. Some people think they’re funny. Some think they’re irritating. Some just ignore them. But, regardless of our approach to such people, we all have a memory of someone who, at the very least, thought that they were funny (and in some cases, were).
I hate signing contracts. They’re legally binding, and either too boring or convoluted to read. Which is exactly the fear that this short story (of a sort) taps into. Actually, the thing that I loved most about this short story is how witty it is. And how much it taps into our approaches to contracts and legislation. And the global take over of some big companies…
I really wasn’t expecting a zombie apocalypse story when I started reading this. Mostly, I was expecting a vampire story. Or something about a vampire wanting salad… you know…
I love when a non-Australian author writes about Australians and uses slang that we actually say. I’ve never heard someone say chuck a few shrimps on the barbie. For starters, we don’t call them shrimps, they’re PRAWNS! But, I have, and do use the term v plates to talk about virginity, and even told my friends that I’d lost my v plates when the time came. So just the title and the very beginning of this story worked well. Like I said, Armstrong actually managed to use Australian slang and characterisation in a way that was actually recognisable. And didn’t make us look like extremely backwards and uncultured swines.