Ever had a moment when your hands move faster than your brain?
I had that yesterday. Walked into a bookstore, turned right, found my Comics, Fantasy, Sci-Fi section, and found myself pulling out a book before I had any idea just what I was pulling out.
It was this:
I was glad that my hands had noticed it, as this is a book that is notoriously hard to find, seeing as how it was part of a limited run.
It’s a picture book. Like for kids. Only…very much so NOT for kids. There is a sticker one can get if they meet Pat Rothfuss in person that says “This Shit is Not for Kids”. It’s the truth.
There are three endings to this book. All of them end the story beautifully, but the more you read, the more you get out of the story. I don’t want to say too much, because that would ruin the shock value of the ending. But suffice to say that you will best love this book if you have a severely twisted sense of humor like I do. Otherwise, you’ll be like the man taking my money when I bought the book, wondering “but…why did the cat have to die…I like cats” and asking me if I had read it and knew what I was getting into.
Yes…yes I have read it.
Twice now, actually. And the second time was even better, as I began to get hints in the drawings of just what was lurking under the surface of the story, like the Thing Beneath The Bed.
This is, quite possibly, the most twisted book I have ever read. And I loved it. I can only hope that one day, the children I might have are twisted enough to enjoy this as much as I have.
Picture from Subterranean Press.