The Necrophiliac

Oddly enough, this was written with excellent prose and honestly it wasn't that bad in the sense of being gross. This was just someone's account of their own misdeeds but presented in a way that is unexpected and refreshing even. It did feel as though the main character had a compulsion, instead of a genuine love for the dead. All in all, I read this blind and was not disappointed. It is not for everyone of course but for those that appreciate art for art, this is one of those books.

Nervous, edgy, extremely emotive in daily life, I have a tremendous reserve of calmness and aptness as soon as it's a question of carrying off a dead body. I become another person. I'm suddenly a stranger to myself, all the while being more myself than ever. I stop being vulnerable. I stop being unhappy. I reach a sort of quintessence of myself; I fill the task that fate has destined for me.

The Necrophiliac