Lenora Carrington‘s “The Skeleton‘s Holiday” has to be the weirdest book I‘ve ever read in my life.
It‘s crazy, bordering on creepy. Absolutely indelicate and strangely incredible. By calling upon human artifice, she brings alive creatures at their best and baddest simultaneously.
You gotta love an author who really couldn‘t give two shits about the rules of literature.
(Also, have you seen her paintings? OMG!! They‘re incredible.)