Here is a book after my own heart and a brilliant pitch-black romantic read about a man who proposes—and marries—Death. Told in poetic forms, be prepared to dip into madness with Zylen LaRocque, the sexy psychopath who charms Death.
When I first heard of this book I knew I had to read it and I wasn’t disappointed. I liked the idea of an attempted suicide that turns into a passionate fling.
The two love birds romp through a landscape of gore as they get to know one another. They leave a trail of horror behind as Death turns out to be an insatiable and promiscuous lover.
I love the clever wordplay Langevin employs to paint her visceral imagery. This is more than just shock and chop writing. The words slide onto the page like cooling blood ready to congeal in all the corners of your mind. Once lodged there they continue to haunt and play.
A good story on its own with a satisfying completion, the use of poetry is just icing on the cake. It’s not an easy read to while away some empty hours. The Man Who Married Death by Amy Langevin is an experience I’m happy to have embarked on.