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5.0 out of 5 starsAin't a woman alive who can take my mama's place...
Reviewed in the United States on August 30, 2021
Being that The Slob was my first glimpse into the twisted mind of Aron Beauregard, I very eagerly dug into this soiled diaper of a sequel. A worthy successor to his original cult classic, this one serves as a perfect companion piece, as it unfolds several years later in the life of our emotionally wounded and physically harmed heroine, Vera. Wading through a filthy house and neverending nightmares, we find her now burdeoned with raising the bouncing buttmunch of a boy her tormentor left her with as possibly the worst consolation prize ever. And although Harold is special in his own ways, he's far from the son of Frankenstein, Kong or Godzilla--he's a filthy little rascal who you can't help but feel a bit bad for just before he does something that will make you want to bathe in hand sanitizer. Besides mom literally and figuratively cleaning up his messes, we meet some twisted tweakers, a dirtbag of a motel manager, a dubious detective, Vera's PTSD-addled husband, and a couple of clergymembers very unlikely to be canonized. To elaborate further would ruin another gross, yet engrossing read. Beauregard's books continue to entertain, as his viscerally vile prose permeates poetically from the page.
