My rating: 4 of 5 stars
In the war-weary year of 1940, just one rundown hospital survives London’s collapse. Sister Barbara, a nun and volunteer nurse, inspires hope in her patients, but that faith is shaken when an unidentified aircraft explodes near the hospital. The half-eaten corpse beneath the mangled wreckage appears to corroborate the pilot’s story that some sort of “tentacle-monster” attacked his plane. However, Sister Barbara pushes these dangers aside and plunges beyond the rubble when the man she loves disappears in the wastelands. She discovers a bloodstained beauty in his place-but the girl’s outward innocence hides a voracious sexual appetite, and an even more disturbing secret.
This book was not at all what I expected, and yet compelling all the same. When I added this to my Xmas wish list, what I expected from the cover was a historical lesbian romance. What I got was a bizarre and sometimes horrifying monster-porn tale that captivated me more for its out-of-the-box weirdness than for any personal kinks of my own.
I’m not usually one to go for tentacle tales. My usual tastes revolve around consenting adults professing their undying love for one another. Yet this sexy-horror romp had me on the edge of my seat at times, even as I hid it from my coworkers lest they get an idea of what I was reading and be scandalized by it.
The “historical” angle is more for color than anything. If you pick this book up, what you will be getting is some “forbidden” m/f romance (since the main character is a nun), and some m/f, f/f and f/monster porn. A lot of the erotic fantasy in this book revolves around Sister Barbara wanting sex she’s not allowed to have. The horror angle is not for the faint of heart, either. There’s death, tentacles, bodily fluids and an alien pregnancy of sorts. The action is at times visceral and gruesome, but one thing I’ll give this book is that once it gets going, it’s a non-stop thrill ride. I could never claim to be bored and I had to keep reading like one stares at a bloody car accident with eyes that cannot look away from the horror. The writing is fluid and seems fitting for the era, with Sister Barbara shocked at the things happening all around her and writing it all down in her diary.
Having finished it, I still can’t say I’ve become some sort of overnight convert to monster porn, but I am more intrigued. I’d say I would definitely try this kind of book again, though I have to be in the right mindset to appreciate something like this in all its horrific glory instead of just being outright disturbed by it.
If you’re looking for an unusual read that’s heavy on the sex and horror, Tuesday Apocalypse might be your perfect wet dream. I don’t recommend it to the easily disturbed, however.