Gordon’s name was a joke.
It was given to him by Anthony Zola, a controlling, and abusive father, to taunt his wife over her love of cheese, and the fact that she had been steadily gaining weight since their marriage.
Andrea was a doting mother, and maybe a little overprotective of her boy, but she didn’t see that as a bad thing.
On discovering a secret, one the child had been told to keep to himself, everything changes. Now she must do whatever she needs to keep her, and her boy, alive.
Needs must.
Gordon is going to find that his love of cheese, handed down to him by his mother, and his love for the only woman in his life, is about to be taken to a whole new level.
From the dark mind of D E McCluskey, author of The Twelve, CRACK, and Cravings, Comes another addition to his limited ‘Extreme Horror Series’.
Zola is about to take you into a whole new level darkness, and depravity.
Dark bleatings everyone….
Hello, I’m scarred for life. I picked this book up as part of my “extreme horror” discovery and erm… well, ew. I knew it would be disgusting and gross purely based on the cover and the fact it’s in the extreme horror genre. Up until reading this book, I really loved cheese. Not so much anymore, not even cream cheese. I can’t even look at it.
Where to start? Out of 5 books, I read this right smack bang in the middle at number 3. It wasn’t my favourite of the bunch, but to be fair, I read it immediately after finishing Judith Sonnet’s ‘No One Rides for Free’, which I was very impressed with and moved by. I did have an issue with this that I didn’t have with the others, and that was with how a particular subject was handled. I don’t have triggers but I really REALLY struggle with stories that feature the SA of a child, and if I know about it ahead of time, I avoid it. It’s on me that I didn’t check beforehand, but something about the way that element of the book was told really bothered me (besides the obvious). Before anyone jumps on me for being offended by an extreme horror book, let me just say this – ‘Zola’ was the third book in a row, in one sitting, that I read that featured this topic, but this was the only book that bothered me in this way. That’s likely just down to my own subjective taste of the writing style.
If you’re looking for extreme, here it is. It has everything…. perverse, lude sex acts, cheese, necrophilia, cheese, more dead bodies than Romero himself could shake a stick at, cheese, bodily… excretions, cheese… you get the point. If you’re someone that isn’t easily bothered, you’ll probably enjoy this. It’s ridiculous (in an extreme horror way), and just when you think it can’t get more gross, it shows you that you ain’t seen nothing yet.
Honestly, I couldn’t brie-lieve what I was reading. I don’t give edam what anyone says, this is definitely the most disgusting book ever. I just camembert it any longer.
If you’d like to check out the author or get your own copy (just whatever you do, don’t snack while you’re reading it!), there are some links below for you:
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