[rating:.5/5]
Childish, sophomoric, vulgar, juvenile. Get the picture? A complete waste of paper. My guess is that this book probably appeals to immature teenage boys with raging hormones (nothing wrong with that, per se, it’s just that the book feels as if it was written by someone stuck in puberty) and those with limited imaginations – it certainly is not what one might call “literature.” At best, it may be possible to that state the author has an “imagination,” however, that doesn’t make this book a creative experience. The story weaves and spins through endless threads that come from nowhere and then disappear, completely, into the ether. Got too much time on your hands and want something to scramble you brain on? Then this book is for you. Otherwise, look elsewhere for substance – this book doesn’t have any.
Perhaps the most disgusting aspect as to why I actually finished this insipid book had to do with the fact that I had to read it as part of a course I was taking. What a waste of time.