Title: Terrible.
Product review: This is one of the worst books I have ever read. I expected it to be, well, at least entertaining. It wasn't. Halfway through I had the uneasy, sinking feeling that it wasn't going to get any better. But I pushed on, just so I could write this review and nobody could chide me for reviewing a book I hadn't finished. I even read "Mistakes We Knew We Were Making" which was equally awful. The whole thing is a huge, exhibitionist blathering that disappears up its own ass by page ten and stays there throughout. The author is a conceited, navel-gazing drama queen, peacock proud of his banal, garden-variety "suffering". It's truly disheartening that so many readers pretend to like this insipid, steaming pile of narcissistic baloney.
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