Recently, I picked up Ross Leckie's Hannibal: A Novel from my local library branch. Hopefully, you will not replicate my error.

If you are one of those folks who really like the Faces of Death videoes, this book is for you. Most of the book seems to be Leckie trying to figure out how to bridge one depiction of torture to the next. Impalings, crucifixtions, suffocations, gential mutilation, strangulation, maiming, they're all here. And not much else is. Halfway through the book, I didn't feel anything at all for any character in the book. It's rather like reading a gruesome, badly written textbook that covers the so-called glory years of Carthage.

Life is too short for this type of trash. Get almost anything else from the library instead of this tome of torture.