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I've never had to fight so much in my life to stop myself from putting down a book, then from picking it up again. Effortlessly put me inside the head of Eva Katchadorian, a place I really didn't want to be. Franklin Plaskett, Eva's husband and Kevin's forever spoiling, excusing, placating father, made me more angry than the titular murderer, but I couldn't help but feel for him by the end.

*At page 223.

I keep wanting to put this book down, but I keep failing to. Not only because it's harrowing - and holy fuck, it's HARROWING - but also because it's making me angry. More specifically, Franklin is making me angry. I just want to smack him across his wilfully blind, macho, gas-lighting face.

Eery and darkly funny. I haven't fallen in love with characters so quickly in a very long time.

This was a fun, clever, enjoyably cheesy self-help guide written by a bloke who definitely knows his way around the Buffyverse. The illustrations are gorgeous too.

I don't tend to read a great deal of non fiction but this book fell into my lap, and it intrigued me. One particular quote stands out so far:

'How can we move through the world each day, all six billion of us, and not hear that piercing shriek that emanates from the souls and hearts of girls and women the world over? It's the shriek that screams notice me even as it also yells don't look?'