Rating: 4 / 5
Wearing nothing but psych ward pajamas and fluffy slippers, the odd girl wasn’t really dressed to kill. Being the Grim Reaper, however, she felt confident she could make it work.
Have you ever had one of those days? You know, the kind of day when things just don’t go your way. Like when your botched suicide attempt and claims of supernatural powers get you hauled to the emergency room, placed under observation, then transferred to a locked-down psych facility.
The girl who thought she was Death had failed miserably in her efforts to shed the troublesome human body in which she was trapped. The result? Finding herself surrounded by nutjobs, locked in a mental ward ruled by a humorless doctor with a Napoleon complex and a penchant for sleight of hand. Sure, she did technically bring it on herself, but how was she to know that trying to off herself in public and using her outside voice to proclaim she was Death incarnate would result in a psych ward lockdown?
With that problematic little blunder behind her, the concerns now vexing her were pressing. Escape, both from the mental hospital, as well as from this plane of existence, was vital, but equally so was addressing the other issue haunting her. The big one. The one that could end the world. The issue that with Death missing, people would rather inconveniently no longer die like they were supposed to. Eventually, things would hit critical mass. She just didn’t know when.
The situation was, well, grim, to say the very least. An irony not lost on the girl claiming to be the Death.
Overall this was an enjoyable story. Deaths frustrations throughout the story make you double think where the book is going. On one hand she could really be telling the truth but on the other it’s more plausible that she is a crazy person. The cover and overview in no way gives a preview to what the book is about. Honestly I can’t think of a single things to describe this story that won’t give away major plot points. But I will say that it is much more than a dark humorous story, the ending had me teary eyed. It’s worth the read, my biggest complaints are that the dialog needs to be flushed out more. At times they all sound the same, not like individual people. I had a hard time imaging Death saying some of the lines she says. Also, if this were turned into a movie, I imagine Curtis played by Morgan Freedman.