Honestly, I usually don't tell people I've read Pandora Hearts, 'cause its so goddam clichéd: gothic, angst, hidden personalities, beautiful bastards, glory in death, etc. But I will review it because despite the fact that I only tolerate it as a piece of work, I actually do enjoy it a lot.

This is the story of a bunch of personality disorders. It is not a story about a boy who finds his true home, or about a girl who tries to recover her memories, or about fighting the 4th wall, it is first and foremost a story about therapy for personality disorders and how the entire plot convolutes to fit the narrative of this.

Anyways, I like reading it 'cause I like reading about personality disorders and self-victimization and man, this story is rife with the best of the best! You've got masks upon masks and a martyr fetish rivaling Harry Potter fanfiction! This is such a great guilty read.

Read if you're a masochist!