Title: Blech
Product review: This is the first book in a long time that I haven't been able to tolerantly finish. The beginning had promise and then it turned into something akin to masturbatory fan fiction. Maybe this is an homage to the fans who go to the cons, but it wasn't worth my time at the end of the day. This should have been a mimeographed stack of sheets held together with brads and distributed at a con's merch room as a useful kindling alternative. It shouldn't have been published by a reputable publishing house. Avoid this one.
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