This Book is Full of More Bodies

YOU ARE TRULY DISGUSTING.

The fact that you are even considering this book is appalling.

It is revolting. Foul. Vile. Sickening. Grotesque.

It is the exact kind of thing your mother warned you against, and should not be consumed by anyone.

But you're going to read it anyway, aren't you?

My name is Gerald Brittle. I am a serial killer. This is my second memoir.

And it's so much worse than the first...

(Warning: This novel contains graphic violence - reader discretion is advised.)