C. M. Guidroz's It's Me, Charlie is devastatingly bad.
Like, I am SO THIRSTY for extreme horror books that are both well-written and well-written by women that I probably broke the sound barrier flying so fast to Amazon to purchase this damn thing. I even forked over the $6.99 for the paperback, despite its 64 pages, because I like supporting small authors.
I wanted It's Me, Charlie to be good for so many reasons that it actually hurts me a little to be here writing about how wretched it was.
My biggest complaint, and it's one I have for like 90% of the extreme horror that I've read, is that the writing is terrible. By terrible, I mean that this little book is full of typos and grammatical errors, it's annoyingly repetitive (especially when considering page count), and it consists of almost exclusively telling instead of showing. Oh, and what little dialogue is present, is not just formatted incorrectly, but is also comically unbelievable.
I get that extreme horror is often self-published. I get that self-published authors often can't find/afford an editor. I get it, I really do. And I suppose I would rather have people publishing unedited, badly written extreme horror than no extreme horror...
But as a consumer who paid for a product, I will never be able to ignore writing this bad and this full of errors.
I mean, just read the back of the book! There are at least 3 typos that I spotted, and they are perfectly replicated in the Goodreads description (as of the date of this review), so see if you can find them for yourself.
Reading the back of It's Me, Charlie will also give you a good sense of how repetitive C. M. Guidroz's writing is. The word "book" (including Bookstagram and bookworm) is written 11 times there. 11 times!! That's just too much!
There so many sentences in this book that repeat the same word twice that I would actually call it a hallmark of Guidroz's writing. It got on my nerves very quickly. A 64 page book should feel short and sweet, like a jab. It's Me, Charlie felt more like a slow-mo slap that missed entirely and just continued to spin endlessly.
This book's repetitiveness plus its typos and grammatical errors plus all of its telling instead of showing really made it unpleasant to read. I actually considered DNFing it, but decided to push on because, well, I paid for the damn thing.
My next complaint is about the premise of this book, which is actually the best thing about it. But here's the kicker. Nothing promised on the back of this book actually happens on page. And I'm so sad about it!
It's Me, Charlie is about an obsessed fan who catfished the friendship of a semi-popular Bookstagram / Smuttok author by pretending to be a woman and yet, it does not contain one single exchange between Charlie and the girl to establish their relationship. Not one! There are no scenes of them communicating or interacting online and hardly any lines of dialogue once they are in the same room together.
When the book starts, Charlie has already done all the catfishing and already has a plan to kidnap the girl. Also, not only is his plan stupidly simple, but it goes off without a hitch, which is just... a missed opportunity. I can't help but think of how much better this story would have been if we had been shown all of the interesting things that happened off page instead of what we got.
Another hallmark of Guidroz's writing is that it is almost exclusively telling. There's very little description of, well, anything. No atmosphere, no real setting descriptors, no solid character descriptions, no detail, not even a real exploration of Charlie's thought process or motivations. He's like your basic, gross and sweaty incel with mommy issues and that is too much of a trope to be interesting without more insight.
In all honesty, Charlie comes across as more of a bumbling fool designed to be laughed at than a violent psychopath to be feared. I can't imagine this guy being cunning enough to manipulate and charm a bunch of people on the internet or to plan and execute a kidnapping. He can't even go into a sex shop to get "supplies" without acting like an embarrassing weirdo.
Also, why are we reading about Charlie going to work, grocery shopping, buying a dildo, and cleaning his house?? That's like, everyday boring shit that nobody cares about. Why would you show me that and not any of his interactions online or even flashbacks of his past issues with his mother? Ugh.
My last complaint is that It's Me, Charlie is that the extreme horror elements are probably the weakest I've ever read. There was one decent, unique gross out element (the spit cup), but the scene basically cuts to black and we aren't really shown anything.
And I could be wrong on this because I wasn't reading very carefully by the end, but I don't think Charlie really does anything bad to the girl, other than make her drink what was in the cup and tie her up. And that's just... not extreme.
It's Me, Charlie by C. M. Guidroz was devastatingly bad. I'm still determined to find some well-written extreme horror, but this wasn't it in the slightest.
I rated this 1 out of 5 stars.