3.5 stars. The first page has possibly the best explanation of the subgenre ‘splatterpunk’ and what it entrails…oops…I meant entails. Funny? But this was an interesting premise, as Harrison Phillips gave a fairly in-depth personal experience to our lead, Rick, who was a splatterpunk author that self-published his own works. Reading awful reviews, feeling self-conscious, and then transitioning to anger, followed by full-blown rage and ugly levels of violence all played a valuable part to the journey. I’ve gotten a chunk of reviews towards my books over the years. None paid for or fabricated, which seem to be a common practice these days, but rather all genuine responses. Some good and some really silly. For instance, when you see reviews for a horror book that say “I don’t like horror and didn’t like this.” You just want to ask why they read a genre they don’t like? But you can’t get mad at someone’s experience. Frustrated at some review’s quality and substance, sure. But mad? Nope. Now Rick went through the process of a couple bad reviews and gradually lost his mind, committing acts of horrid violence. I wanted some additional context to Rick’s journey to that point. Just felt a bit too abbreviated and rushed early on before we got there. We witnessed necrophilia, animal cruelty, voyeurism, grisly murders, snuff films, and basically every single trait that an extreme horror story tends to have, all in one book. There was also something that Rick does about 75% in that made me gag. But the story stopped developing after the initial portion and just proceeded to be one violent act after another towards anyone that Rick could get his hands on. It wasn’t a bad concept, but sort of just hit its high note early on and tried to coast off of it, which got repetitive after a while. Again, I think if some of the random victims were reduced and we were given more development on Rick throughout, beyond the gore, this would have greatly improved the final product.