Monster by A. Lee Martinez

Mon-STAHR. It’s french (not really)

So, here’s the deal:  Imma review a book for you all here really fast, so I can get on off to the Netflicks to watch a movie.  See, Elrood is on sabbatical in Connecticut, where he is quite obviously doing nothing more than sitting around drinking tea with a bunch of high rolling trust fund babies and talking about the good old days, when hiring poor people meant you could force them to work 15 hour shifts.  This also means it is DOUBLE TOPHAT POST WEEK.  Here, for reference, is where you can start visualizing the confetti rain.

Anyway, the book I’m reviewing today is Monster, by A. Lee Martinez.  Usually I have a fun and witty tale about how I have acquired my books, but not this time around!  I have no idea.  None.  It’s just here.  In my apartment.  With pages.