Title: A Dirty JobAuthor: Christopher MoorePages: 291 pagesGenre: Fiction/Fantasy/HumorCover Score: A-Overall Rating: A
Charlie Asher is a pretty normal guy, the kind of fellow who makes his way through life by being careful and constant. And Charlie's been lucky. He's married to a bright and pretty woman who actually loves him for his normalcy, and who is about to have their first child.
Yes, Charlie's doing okay. That is, until the day his daughter, Sophie, is born. Just as Charlie turns to go home, he sees a strange man in mint-green golf wear at his wife's bedside, a man who claims that no one should be able to see him. But see him Charlie does, and from here on out, things get really weird. . . .
People start dropping dead around him. It seems that everywhere he goes, a dark presence whispers to him from under the streets. Strange names start appearing on his nightstand notepad, and before he knows it, those people end up dead, too. Yup, it seems that Charlie Asher has been recruited for a new job, an unpleasant but utterly necessary one: Death. It's a dirty job. But hey, somebody's gotta do it.
Overall, one of the most amazing books I have ever read! Moore kills me with his sick and twisted humor. Charlie Asher is a character you will definitely route for, and his daughter Sophie is a character you just fall in love with. This book threw me for a loop in every chapter, I had no idea what to expect. Even at the end (don't worry I am not going to spoil it) but believe me at the end of the book there is a Epilogue PLEASE READ IT when you are done. If you love fantasy this book is jam packed with it, in a funny way. I especially loved Minty Fresh one of the Death Merchants he was a very interesting character. Charlies sister Jane was histarical, overall the character were phenominal. The plot was so suspensful I could not put the book down. This book was definitly a new twist on death, and boy was it amazing!
"Doughnut! Doughnut! You like doughnuts don't you?" (Charlie)
"Yes, but why?" (Vern)
"Because the continuance of human existence as we know it depends on us having doughnunts together." (Charlie)
"No, not really. Im just fucking with you." (Charlie)
"So im like the santas helper of death!?!?" (Charlie)
"So I am death" Charlie said then turned to his daughter while buttering his toast.
"This is death toast sweety" (Charlie)