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I enjoyed getting all of their perspectives, and I know I wouldn’t have liked the characters as much without their perspectives. It is told from alternating points of view between Brooklyn, Niall, and Mateo. There is quite a bit of stream of consciousness in the writing, which completely fits the characters, especially Brooklyn, but that style might not be for everyone. There is a lot of violence, and the characters are not the most mentally stable. I loved Uncle Niall in Kings of Quarantine, so I had to read his book, The Death Club, and I am so happy I did! You can read more on my disclosures page. Every day is anarchy and that’s my favourite flavour. Want to know another one? I quite like it here. Don’t ask them or they’ll send me back to that creepy asylum where they gave me the crazy pills. Which is a freaking insult by the way as I’m already the best killer in town. I can’t decide which I want most.Īnyways, my hot, tattooed, muscular insane Irish captor thinks I might make a good hit woman once he trains me up. He either wants to kiss me or choke me out. I call him Dead Man on account of his soulless eyes. Oh and there’s another dude down here who lives in a cage and doesn’t talk. I was kidnapped, sold, sold again, stuck in a death game, sold AGAIN and now I’m living in a serial killer’s basement. I wished for my life to improve, but it didn’t. I know killing technically doesn’t start with a C – but wouldn’t life be better if it did? Just like it would be better if the Devil was my boyfriend, Santa wasn’t a d*ck and I didn’t live under a bridge.
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