Broken Monsters (Reading Group Guide)

Broken Monsters (Reading Group Guide)

Lauren Beukes

Language: English

Pages: 464

ISBN: 031621681X

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

"Scary as hell and hypnotic. I couldn't put it down...I'd grab it if I were you." --Stephen King

A criminal mastermind creates violent tableaus in abandoned Detroit warehouses in Lauren Beukes's new genre-bending novel of suspense.
Detective Gabriella Versado has seen a lot of bodies. But this one is unique even by Detroit's standards: half boy, half deer, somehow fused together. As stranger and more disturbing bodies are discovered, how can the city hold on to a reality that is already tearing at its seams?
If you're Detective Versado's geeky teenage daughter, Layla, you commence a dangerous flirtation with a potential predator online. If you're desperate freelance journalist Jonno, you do whatever it takes to get the exclusive on a horrific story. If you're Thomas Keen, known on the street as TK, you'll do what you can to keep your homeless family safe--and find the monster who is possessed by the dream of violently remaking the world.
If Lauren Beukes's internationally bestselling The Shining Girls was a time-jumping thrill ride through the past, her Broken Monsters is a genre-redefining thriller about broken cities, broken dreams, and broken people trying to put themselves back together again.

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mayor, who is now doing jail time. She picks it up. The kid looks worried by the attention, or maybe by Kwame Kilpatrick’s expression, brow furrowed, mouth open, speechifying. Maybe his kid instincts told him the mayor was a rotten, corrupt thug. “We were all real proud at the time,” Mrs. Lafonte says, taking the frame out of Gabi’s hands and putting it back on the piano. She readjusts it, angling it just so. “He shook us all by the hand. Didn’t mean so much to Davey, though. He wanted to meet

“Couldn’t get a ride?” Cassandra whispers. “Bet Dorian could have given you one.” Layla accidentally on purpose tries to smack her. But Cas ducks, making it look like part of her movement. “Oh no, too slow!” she whisper-mocks, both of them grinning. “Focus, please!” Mrs. Westcott yells. She says drama came straight out of human sacrifice rituals. Some ancient prehistoric tribes used to kill their chieftain every winter solstice as an offering to the gods to ensure that the spring would return,

she yells at the top of her lungs. She can barely hear herself. She elbows her way through the crowd. Half the street has turned into a free-for-all dance floor. A drunk girl bounces off her. “Get out of my fucking way,” Layla snarls. She’s startled by movement down the front of one of the buildings. Thick globs are running over the slats, binding them together, something happening under a microscope, made large. The light shifts and the cells thicken into layers of skin. Projection art. Someone

bogeyman with his own annual parade.” He gets as many of them as he can on camera. Of course the most popular is the most obvious: a serial killer targeting kids. But then a jewelry designer who must be wearing half her collection in her face chirps up with something interesting: “But what about the woman in the oven?” “I caught a headline,” Jonno says, fishing. He pulls up the article on his phone, but it’s tellingly curt, especially for a white middle-class femicide. Woman’s Remains Found

cross-referencing names from the spreadsheet of the participating artists they got from the curator, three pages of eight-point font. He’s typing them in one by one to pull up their criminal records, if any. He wriggles his neck, still stiff from Gabi’s sleeper couch, and it cricks audibly. “Damn, son!” Boyd is impressed. “You too young to have your bones clicking like that. You should see a chiropractor.” “Sorry, sir.” “I heard you stayed over at Versado’s. You get in there?” “What?” Marcus

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