This story is not for the weak-stomached, to say the very least! There were quite a few descriptions of the horrifying, headless monsters known as the Anthropophagi and their eviscerated human prey. Despite the fact that some of those descriptions left me feeling queasy, though, I felt like I just HAD to keep going and find out how it ended. (That, plus the fact that my 6 year old son wanted to keep listening and made me feel like a wimp if I quit!)
This story is told via the journal of Will Henry, who was the 12-year-old assistant of monstrumologist Pellinore Warthrop. While the book begins with the death of Will Henry, as an old man, the actual story behind things begins in the late 1880s when a grave robber brought his gruesome discovery to Warthrop’s home in the middle of the night. Will Henry, before his death, had insisted that he was over 100 years old and that he had worked for the monstrumologist, but the people who find his journal are sure that it is a work of fiction. After all, nothing so scary as an Anthropophagi can truly exist. Can it?