I just read one of the most messed up short stories of my entire life. I can't remember the author's whole name, but I'm pretty sure it was Franz something.
This book was majorly creepy. I can't tell you a whole lot about it without ruining a major plot point, but let me just tell you it is shiver worthy. Big time.
The only redeeming feature of this story in my opinion was the narration the author did such and incredible job of just wrenching your soul apart as you read it. You feel really sorry for Gregor on the one hand, and totally disgusted on the other.
It was a really well done story, just not my cup of tea. Or coffee. Or anything I would ever go near ever ever again. Period.
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