Despite Audible’s tags for this thing. the book is not witty, funny, satirical, or “feel-good”. It can hardly be called “literature”. The “book” reads as if it was written by an socially awkward teenager, one that would later in life definitely turn into a maniac of one sort or another. It’s a collection of very old and overly used tropes. The author has no idea about how to craft a truly engaging story, or even where his riddled with embarrassing holes plot is going to go. The author keeps taking more from a reader than he gives back. Despite the narrator’s valiant attempt at redeeming this mess, it is still a waste of time, and not the good kind.
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