´There´s no denying the bizarre fertility of the author´s imagination: his brilliant dialogue, his cruel humour´
´Two years after I killed Blyth I murdered my young brother Paul, for quite different reasons than I´d disposedof Blyth, and then a year after that I did for my young cousin Esmerelda more or less on a whim. That´s my score to date. Three. I haven´t killed anybody for years, and don´t intend to ever again. It was just a stage I was going through.´
Enter - if you can bear it - the extraordinary private world of Frank, just sixteen, and unconventional, to say the least.
´Read it if you dare. Weirdly talented´