The Cleveland Indian: The Legend of King Saturday Book

Seldom do I say this, but I hated this book. I had a passing familiarity with the Goosebumps series, which I thought was great for kids, so I was willing to give Stine's adult novel a try.

If only I could get those hours back, and the money I spent.

Stine apparently thought you can "adultify" a novel by adding healthy doses of sex, gore, and expletives. Now, don't get me wrong--these things do have their place, and can elevate a story to dizzying heights when used skillfully, and sensibly. The result here, unfortunately, is a cast of caricatures who made me feel nothing whatsoever. That's saying a lot, because I'm generally a soft touch who empathizes easily with most characters.

I'm at a loss for words over how bad this one was, and that's a rarity for me. Read it if you must, but I wouldn't recommend it!