Tins, well what can I say it is by all means it has the most boring introduction in the history of literature. It starts
the whole first chapter about some Irish kid called Fergel, poking his nose in a bargain basket, then describing a perticulary unusual
looking tin, as you do these days, enough with computer games or looking at
different types of food , obviously the only reason supermarkets are there, are so that we can look at tins and summarise the strange features .
The most interesting thing in this book, is not the blood or gore or even the tins!! at that, no its the way Fergels mother boasted that her son was clever, now i''m sorry looking at tins in the co-op doesn,t give you the IQ of Einstein for goodness sake, that''s not clever it''s stupid and unusual, if I knew Fergel personally I''d advise him to a phychiatrist.
The book does excite you slighty as it progreses as Fergel and some girl find different body parts in separate tins, poor chap Fergel''s mother was probably involved, as she knew Fergel would never have any excitement in his life.