Jamie Gosch is a nihilistic comic book artist stuck in a quaint, rural beach town. He's desperately avoiding sobriety, sleeping with the sheriff's wife and picking fights with the Ku Klux Klan, poorly aged goths, and mutant hillbillies in an epic quest to cure boredom. When his neighbors wind up butchered by a masked serial killer with a flair for the dramatic, Jamie becomes the prime suspect. If he doesn't discover the murderer's identity and put a stop to the blood flow fast, he'll wind up in jail, dead, or just another vivisected plaything.
Stephen King without the charm or editing. The amount of sex becomes seemingly more juvenile due to the 5 grammatical errors per page. This book suffers greatly from a lack of editing. As someone who also self-publishes, I can sympathize. However, some of these errors are so obvious that it leads me to believe that no one even briefly skimmed the pages over.
Completely rushed ending. Weird emphasis on pedophilia and incest through the novel. No sense of satisfaction from any moment in the story whatsoever.
Also, rating your own book and getting your family members to rate it makes you lose credibility as an author.