I did that shit on a dare when I was younger. Bully for you! For me it was like trying to watch Pink Floyd's The Wall.sober. Evidently, the devil smells like rotten mayo.Īnd thou shalt know the Beast by his scent! And the Beast shall smell like rancid Hellman's! Wanna know how he gets people to jump on his antichrist bandwagon?Īlso, Elektra and Garrett can tell when he possesses someone.īecause they have mad psychic ninja skills? Swear to God, it takes on a life of it's own by the end of the book. Most of the time he makes even less sense than Elektra does. At least we can figure out what's going on from Garrett (aka the grody agent), right? She's so whacked out of her mind that nothing makes any sense. But you're not sure where the hell she is, or even when the hell she is most of the time. 'Cause she gets locked up more than once. I drive away in a truck, my hands coated in blood.Įxcept I guess she's not really there in the jungle anymore. The first few chapters are nothing more than psychotic ramblings from inside Elektra's mind. Which is why I was reading this in the first place.for all the good it did me. Instead, we are given a skeevy S.H.I.E.L.D agent whose mind is under Elektra's control.Īnd I'm still not sure how the fuck she managed to do that?! But I decided to roll with the psychic ninja shit, because I know very little about Elektra. If your main character isn't going to have even ONE lucid thought, then you need to create some sort of reliable narrator to help the reader wade through her delusional thought process.
It's a glimpse into the crazy assassin's head. This was a big steaming pile of buttjuice.
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