So cute I think I have a cavity.

It was a good book but I didn't enjoy reading it. Just depressing.

I'm bored. Feels like I've read this same story a hundred times before. Abandoning at 29%.

It was decently funny, and I especially enjoyed the secondary plot of Yancy's hijinks against his neighbor's house. But it was a lot of cringy distasteful jokes.

By the time I finished the audio I was up to 2.4x speed. I didn't even know that was possible. It still didn't make it any better.

The dulcet tones of Neil Gaiman could make any book good, but this one truly is excellent.

I don't regret reading it, but if I had known the story would make almost no sense to me because I'm not well versed in Scottish politics of the mid to late 1700s, I would never have picked it up.

In the endnotes Walschots describes this book as"furious, hilarious, and grotesque."

She is spot on. I felt the rage, I laughed, I cringed away from the mental images I created from her top tier body horror.

This took me what felt like forever to read, because there is so much packed into these pages that it honestly felt like four novels instead of one.

I am the first to admit that I read mystery novels just for the conclusion: that fleeting moment of satisfaction when everything clicks into place. It makes the world feel reasonable, manageable.

In his introduction Penzler points the finger at readers like me and warns that this is a book we will hate.

But I didn't. I found myself laughing at the cleverness of the brutal, untold endings. I liked the way they left you, in the dark without a match, puzzling together in your mind what happened next. I liked them because they weren't stories that left you wondering how someone did the crime -- they left you wondering about human nature, and all it entails. These weren't neat crimes that lacked a Poirot to tie them up, and for that I am grateful.