Book reviews: serial killers, too much booze, Japan, film horror, fascist yoga, subs, viaducts and goths

That’s quite a mouthful.

Pictured: me, yer boy.

The reason we’re dealing with this random assemblage of topics is because once more I’ve been unable to keep up with the whole “write a review after you’ve finished five books” thing. So this time around you’re getting ten for the price of five.

Which is nothing, as this blog is free. So you get good (reviews) for nothing? Sweet.

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