Status Updates From L'assassino che è in me

I fail to see how so many of these dreadfully written, crappy stories become regarded as classics of the genre or whatever. This book has no redeeming features, it's all I can do to not chuck it in the recycling bin.

Rubbish. Sick of reading rubbish. Then this happened, then that happened, then the other happened. I've no idea why any of the things in this story are happening.