I Write, You Read.

      Yes, as you can tell by the cover, this is not a pretty book--nor is it a pleasant read by any stretch of the imagination. If the cover is not a dead giveaway, then take it from me--a fan of the splatterpunk genre--to tell you that this is one book that is not for the faint of heart. Scratch that, even for seasoned gorehounds like myself, it is a struggle to get through. On one decapitated hand, Aron Beauregard's Playground is as revolting as any novel can be; lunches will be lost, and the sanity of the reader will be questioned--who needs to digest their food anyway? So overrated.          But on the other hand (which has also been dismembered, mind you),  Playground also has a lot of heart (mostly speaking figuratively in this regard), some very well put together character development, and an ending that packs a pathos-fueled surprise.           This blood-soaked tale of familial trauma and chi...