In the Flesh (1998)
Watch for the meager male flesh on display, try not to hemorrhage from everything else.

Watch for the meager male flesh on display, try not to hemorrhage from everything else.

The author’s inability to see how dumb her heroine and the plot are sinks this story.

Ugh. Waste of time and money.

It’s a wet and cold kind of sleepy elevator music.

Oh god, why do I do this to myself? Am I that masochistic?

Hellspawn book, more like.

Corn cob assault overload ahead, proceed with extreme care.

Who keeps giving Kevin Costner gigs? What assholes.

More like, I feel like my brain has been flung into a black hole after reading this thing.

This has to be a parody of some sort. Nothing can be so bad by design, surely?
