This collection kept me on my toes.
I especially liked Mathew L. Reyes' piece, We Sing Our Bodies Monstrotic. The satire made confronting a not-so-distant future a little easier, and I closed the story with a sense of triumph. I love Splatterpunk with a generous helping of queer resilience.
I'm still spinning from the gory whiplash Judith Sonnet's F@ck Your Thanksgiving. She's made putting me off my dinner an art form.
Each story is wildly different from the next; the dramatic shifts sometimes felt jarring. Once I knew what to expect, though, I enjoyed the ride.
Thanks so much to Brownlie for sending an advance copy my way. I'm leaving this review of my own accord.