Wow! I've read most of Stuart MacBride's books, and love his mix of zany humor and interesting stories. But he outdid himself with the zaniness in this one. Here I was, reading along thinking it was OK, but kind of boring. But it seemed like there was a setup for more, and the first few pages promised something bad was going to happen. But when the shit hit the fan, I wasn't expecting any of it. Then it got even crazier. And if that wasn't enough, it went totally off the charts for a while. As we got to the end, it seemed to settle down completely, but he just couldn't let it be, and threw in one final twist at the end.
Things got pretty gory and distasteful towards the end, but it was so over the top that I was unable to take it seriously, and I don't think it was meant to be taken any other way.
Each chapter started with the dinner they were eating, which seemed to be the main purpose of this hotel. It was extremely fancy and very unusual. I didn't know what most of the things were, but I recognized enough to know it was uncommon, at least in my little life. I'm not sure if I would even want to eat there, not that I could afford it, or even want to afford it.