I know I’m a little early with this, but hey.

I could write at least three introductory paragraphs about how reluctant/excited/nervous/insert other emotion here I was to read Invisible Monsters. But I won’t. Because that would be pretentious. And boring. And if there’s one thing this book taught me, it is that we must never, ever be boring.

Instead, I’ll get right to the point and say that reading Invisible Monsters
changed my life. I know, I know, how horrifically cliche, but it’s true. Whenever I read a book or watch a movie, I always try to predict the end (I am fully aware that this is a terrible vice and I’m working on it, okay). The thing is, with this book, I just couldn’t. And that’s exactly how I measure whether a book/movie/play/whatever is worth it or not - if I can’t predict how everything will pan out, or if my prediction is wrong, then I will probably automatically love it. Because really, what is life without a little mystery?

But I digress. I could write several essays giving you an endless amount of reasons why you should read this book.I could tell you that it has a gripping plot, brilliant characters and charming wit. And even though all of this is true, these reasons still don’t do the book justice. I would tell you to read Invisible Monsters simply…because. I can’t explain it.

Before I forget, Invisible Monsters has earned itself a very steady Shakespeare on the book-rating-scale-with-no-name. It was just that good.

Edit:Upon reading and re-reading this “review” I realised that it makes no sense whatsoever, and for this I sincerely apologise. I was, for lack of a better word, tripped out on flu medication because my throat feels like I’ve swallowed a cheese grater and I keep waking my neighbours with my constant sneezing. I really will try to be more coherent in future.