Written by someone who’s obviously never experienced pain beyond the type you choose (working out, running…). The stereotypes are horrific, there’s not announcement of understanding much less the ability for character development.
I suppose the author wanted to write a “clean” book but thought leaving out cussing means you’re reading something uplifting, all the while writing what appears to have come from a 14-year old white nationalist. From having to go save his other two kids because they have no one (they live with their mom – literally no reason given for being unable to protect them except she was a woman), to knowing “the type” to loot grocery stores after an atomic bomb beginning WWIII, to waxing on about how he earned *his* tattoos that actually meant something vs “those people” he’d never met who were “covered in tattoos,” this author couldn’t make it clearer he’s never been close to anyone different than himself and will never be the type of person safe enough for the opportunity even if he were willing. Save yourself the time. If you want to watch white guys who believe themselves to be the savior everyone else needs, throw a stone in the U.S.; they’re a dime a dozen.
Literature should be mirrors or windows, reflecting ourselves so we can take deeper looks or giving us the opportunity to observe those people and experiences we haven’t experienced for ourselves. These books are neither. But then again anyone referring to these as “literature” would be displaying a red flag I suggest you take very seriously.