You ever have one of those weeks? The sort where nothing goes right, you keep screwing up and doing the wrong thing, saying the wrong thing, and you figure at some point you'll get your act together, but the next thing you know, the bad week has turned into a bad month and then it's the apocalypse. Whoops.

The horror in this novel is the hysterical sort, normal people reacting to outrageous things. One girl's mother turns into a zombie, another dies of cancer, and both of these things are equally terrible.

Joey Comeau's prose is smart and wry. It's sparse in the way classic horror cinema is. Nothing jumps out and shouts BOO. As the title indicates, things just keep getting worse. It's like life in that way, only with kitten-eating monsters and headless ghosts.