I have to say the title of this book is perfect. Reheated Cabbage stinks and so does this book. To be fair- the stories themselves though vulgar, were compelling and darkly humorous, but Welsh's insistence on writing in the dialect of his characters makes each story extremely difficult to read. His antagonist in each story is without any redeeming qualities and the reader is never given an opportunity to feel anything for the characters but loathing and disgust. If you are familiar with the vernacular of hardcore Scots English, you will have an easier time.