Title: What a horrible book!
Product review: Never have I felt so duped for believing all of the hype and critical acclaim that surrounds this pathetic excuse for a book. In purchasing the book I wondered -- is it an autobiography? a novel? a memoir? In case you were also wondering is none of those things. It "reads" like a nonsensical rambling on of Dave Eggers mundane and often totally pathetic (e.g. audition for The Real World) thoughts and life events. Accounts of those tragic events that affect and shape Eggers' life, such as the death of his parents (which I think was the impetus for this book), are told without a trace of human feeling and spirit. I could not connect with Eggers and kept asking myself -- who is this ordinary Joe and why am I reading his book? I finally put it down without finishing it and returned to flipping through Marie Claire and Vogue. Much more interesting to read.
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