Lizard

I love women as men are expected to, but the way only one who has ever experienced womanhood can.

Not beating the playlist in a book stereotype.

I am getting convinced most novellas are an excuse to make money on a half pint idea that you don't have to actually flesh out. This one furthers my point. The characters? Didn't care. The plot? Like bumper cars, the way it bumbles the reader into a plot point head on. The ending? Nonsensical. Horror? Nope. Mushrooms? I guess. Rats? Inconsequential. Had some potential but completely fumbled it within 20 pages.

It was fine. I hated all the characters but the story was interesting. Simple, but not dumbed down. I would recommend it to people just wouldn't be my first recommendation.

How is an author so pretentious that they acknowledge they have written a load of nothing burger book, but proceed to try and pass it off as the most philosophical book you will ever read? Literally just go watch two horror movie YouTube critiques, read 'It came from the closet', watch literally any robot themed movie, and find an edgy Quotev poetry collection from 12 years ago by a Creepy pasta obsessed teen; if you do all that then you've read this book. There's nothing productive about this book and it's a waste of materials.

Beautiful art piece, but I fear the art carries much of the book. The story is good, but felt drawn out for the sake of just being drawn out at times and I skimmed some of the dialogue at times. This isn't one you can read like a normal graphic novel, you have to be paying attention because even then it can be insanely hard to path your eyes for the next text bubble/space.