April's reading of the year 2014 ends with a whimper, this particular whimper. Mort Castle has set unread on my bookshelves for a long time and unread he should have remained. There is a chance I might be missing something here considering all the praises his work gets, but his writing just really doesn't work for me. I thought maybe he's one of those writer that's better in short form (as he ought to be according to the accolades), but there stories were just really unimpressive and overstylized in that style over substance fashion. There were two out of 300 pages worth that were ok, but the rest ranged from boring to WTF, occasionally falling into some sort of freestyle verses and consistently and wholly unengaging. The best thing to say about this collection is that it was a quick read, but still that's a couple of wasted hours.