A review by szu
When We Join Jesus In Hell by Lee Thompson

A waste if time. Pretty much the blandest, most ”I’m an edgy male writer” take on death. Everything from dealing with grief and accepting your own death, just bland bland bland. You enter a middle school creative writing class and this book is what a jaded 14-year-old eno kid who loves watching splatter films would write. Totally unremarkable, and has been done too many times.

Also there was literally no actual good reason for a story to start off with the rape and murder of a young girl and then for her to reference her ”secret parts” hurting multiple times.
If the only way you can make your Jaded Male Protagonist a good guy after all is for him to react to the rapes and murders of his wife and daughter then that’s just really shitty writing in general. If the only reason to write someobe getting raped is to further the male protagonist’s story then that’s just especially misogynist. If the only reason for a woman’s suffering is the furthering of a male character’s agenda, then the woman’s suffering could be left out, just saying.

Also what does it say about the general heterosexual consensus of marriage, if the man only realizes he loved his wife after she gets brutally murdered? Like seriously. Please.