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darks88 's review for:
The Unworthy
by Agustina Bazterrica
I always approach Agustina's books with caution.
Tender is the Flesh taught me to be prepared for anything.
They always start as a solid 3⭐️—because I have no idea what the hell is happening, and they leave me drowning in her labyrinthine prose .
Then, somewhere in the middle, I hit 3.5⭐️ because she throws everything at me like a butcher wielding a cleaver.
I get feverish, delirious, and lost in a nightmare I never wake up from. And by the end? She catapults me straight into the abyss, and I remember—she’s my favorite horror author. Again. And again.
The Unworthy? It’s suffocating.
In a world collapsing under ecological disaster—cities drowned, technology wiped out—our narrator, an unnamed nun, is trapped in a twisted convent. With only scraps of paper, ink, and even her own blood, she records the horrors she endures.
The Superior Sister rules with iron discipline, enforcing brutal rituals meant to purge the "unworthy" and elevate the "Enlightened."
Devotion is measured in suffering—tongues cut out, eyes sewn shut, bodies mutilated in the name of faith. The walls reek of rot, the air is thick with whispered prayers and barely concealed terror.
It's a claustrophobic descent into madness.
Argentinian horror just hits differently. It's raw. It's grotesque. It's a festering wound that refuses to heal.
The Unworthy isn't a book you simply read—it's one you dream about.
Tender is the Flesh taught me to be prepared for anything.
They always start as a solid 3⭐️—because I have no idea what the hell is happening, and they leave me drowning in her labyrinthine prose .
Then, somewhere in the middle, I hit 3.5⭐️ because she throws everything at me like a butcher wielding a cleaver.
I get feverish, delirious, and lost in a nightmare I never wake up from. And by the end? She catapults me straight into the abyss, and I remember—she’s my favorite horror author. Again. And again.
The Unworthy? It’s suffocating.
In a world collapsing under ecological disaster—cities drowned, technology wiped out—our narrator, an unnamed nun, is trapped in a twisted convent. With only scraps of paper, ink, and even her own blood, she records the horrors she endures.
The Superior Sister rules with iron discipline, enforcing brutal rituals meant to purge the "unworthy" and elevate the "Enlightened."
Devotion is measured in suffering—tongues cut out, eyes sewn shut, bodies mutilated in the name of faith. The walls reek of rot, the air is thick with whispered prayers and barely concealed terror.
It's a claustrophobic descent into madness.
Argentinian horror just hits differently. It's raw. It's grotesque. It's a festering wound that refuses to heal.
The Unworthy isn't a book you simply read—it's one you dream about.