Screen names Messenger, as I'm usually the one who give you the letter informing you that I've just buried your cat...
Alive.
I review Literature in that same way that Jerry hits Tom with a hammer: Violently and without remorse. Also with relative glee. As a result the item to which I place my evil sadistic and moderately glowing eyes on will likely survive with only half its limbs attached... and the rest buried in its head.
But on the bright side.... no... wait... nope. No bright side.
I like to read books because I hate trees. More books I read, less trees grow. Simple. My dream is to rid the world of these vile trees... and plants... and the ocean... and all forms of life. Imagine... when all the paper runs out, we could start writing books on the skin of pandas and cuttlefish and the like. Getting them to stand still may be an issue.
Literature of any kind is not safe (Rowling beware, your work will fuel the fires the local crematorium) but I'll Murder review what people want to see reviewed. So tell me what to kill.
Because I can.
Messenger.
