**Alice in Wonderland, with garbage and a dead stripper!** Coco takes off her clothes for a living, until some nasty little bitch kills her while she's dancing. Thrown in the dumpster by her sleazebag boss, Coco awakens in a land of trash. With her new friend, Rudy (a dying fly), and
Vampire a Go-Go
โ Scribed by Victor Gischler
- Publisher
- Touchstone
- Year
- 2009
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 170 KB
- Category
- Fiction
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
โฆ Synopsis
HORROR AT ITS SIDE-SPLITTING BEST!
Victor Gischler is a master of the class-act literary spoof, and his work has drawn comparison to that of Douglas Adams, Kurt Vonnegut, and Thomas Pynchon. Now, Gischler turns his attention to werewolves, alchemists, ghosts, witches, and gun-toting Jesuit priests in Vampire a Go-Go, a hilarious romp of spooky, Gothic entertainment. Narrated by a ghost whose spirit is chained to a mysterious castle in Prague, Gischler's latest is full of twists and surprises that will have readers screaming -- and laughing -- for more.
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