This isn’t a St. Patrick’s Day gift, so much as it’s St. Patrick’s Day nightmare. Measha’s Dolly is dark, twisted, scary at times, and so very, very good. When I finished it, I posted on FB that I was bored, and that it was Measha’s fault because she gave me a book hangover and I was just staring at everything. And that’s really the way that it was. I just sat and tried to put myself back together after reading it. Because, fuck. This really just knocked me out.
The book starts out with Dolly. She is in a basement cell, living in misery. Then Beardman comes and drags her up to the upper floor. And not nice things happen. Very not nice things. Poor Dolly.
Then Kendoll shows up. Beardman drags him down and throws him into a cell. It’s clear that Ken has been through some shit. He’s bleeding and has had his ass tattooed with a B, standing for Bossman.
I wasn’t entirely sure what was going to happen with this one. Measha has a little bit of a devious mind. OK, maybe a lot of a bit devious mind. And it’s all on display in this book. It was a fucking ride, and I loved it, but it really dragged me through some stuff. It was totally amazing.
No spoilers at all today, because there just aren’t. Go read it.