Nothing against Tony Ross, but for some reasons the books with his illustrations are the ones I absolute hate/dislike. It is not the art that is bad, I actually quite like his art, but the stories are horrible. They often have terrible, disgusting characters (or side-characters), and often the stories are way over-the-top and way too weird.
In Geography, the sea was eating away the coasts. In English, Juliet was stabbing herself with Romeo’s dagger. Even the school gerbil, Rafferty, was found stiff in his water bowl on Tuesday lunchtime. The skies above us bore a foreboding grey gloom, telling us snow was on its way to suffocate the land. In the dorms, everyone was packing up their trunks for the coming break and preparing to say goodbye to the year.
And in our last floodlit netball practice that Friday evening, I saw the monster.
The thing generations of Bathory girls had nightmares about. The Beast of Bathory.
Not a long review, just a smallish one to express my feelings. I don’t want to spoil anything in this book, and a lot of things are easily spoilable and it would be a shame if people found out stuff without having read the book.
Oh my, this was a hilarious fun book!