There she sat, the chemicals staining the apron that adorned her slender form. She moved from beaker to beaker, a grin breaking across her lips as she watched the liquids flowing between their glass tubes. Flames of different colors flickered beneath different beakers and she took her time adjusting them to make the temperatures just right. It’s almost ready she thought to herself, the grin spreading wickedly to encompass even parts of her cheeks.
Off to the left a male lay unconscious upon a hospital bed; she’d stolen the bed weeks ago and was surprised no one from the hospital had noticed. An intravenous bag hung from the metal stand aside his bed, his breathing slow from the toxins slowly dripping down the plastic tube and mixing with his blood. Glancing to him, she shook her head and laughed to herself, though in the basement laboratory she was quite sure no one would hear her anyways.
So, on the urgings of several of my friends who know am a masochist when it comes to books - and will read anything that people deem bad enough to see for myself…. I have been talked into starting a blog where I take requests to read some of the worst rated books… ever!
I’ve decided to name it: “I read this shit so you don’t have to!”
Now, to get the place up and running… then the first requested book is: Snookie: A Shore Thing.