Oh man. Buckle up buttercup, it’s going to be a bumpy ride. Are you all strapped in now?
A few months ago, B. B. Blaque, who writes in the pitch black, wrote a book that is very likely one of the biggest mindfucks I’ve ever read. I’m Sawree played with my mind in all kinds of ways, and I was just like fuuuuck. Then BB said that she was going to write another one. And I wondered how she was going to top herself. Then I read Who’s Sawree Now?
Now, I read a lot of books. I mean, a lot a lot. I like reading dark, twisty, mindfuckery, and completely fucked up books. There are very few books that when I’m done with them, I am honestly completely at a loss for words. I looked at my husband and said fuck, just fuck. I can count those books on the fingers of one hand and still have left over fingers. It took me a couple of days to write my review on GR for it because I had to process it.
I’m not going to give you any kind of summary on it. Giving you a summary of the book won’t help you. You need to read it to even start to understand it. And if you haven’t read Sawree, you’re being thrown into the Marianas Trench without knowing how to swim. And you really don’t understand this story as much as it grabs you, strangles you, pulls your hair, and drags you along behind it. You just hope to hold on, catch your breath, and to be able to hold on to your sanity at the end.
Calling this book a mindfuck is doing it an injustice. The problem is, I don’t think there is another term for it. I mean, if Rod Serling, Alfred Hitchcock, and Richard Matheson got together and had a bastard child, it would be this book. Sterling is beyond a psychopath. Put Ed Gein, John Wayne Gacy, and Mengele together and you might have Sterling. He is probably the closest thing to pure evil I’ve ever read in a non-paranormal story.
When I reviewed Sawree, I suggested booze and fluffy kitties. I’m here to tell you, there ain’t enough fluffy baby kitties in the world. It may take baby goats. Even then, I’m not sure. I do know that you are going to need the booze.
I just have one more tip. Don’t drink the coffee.