Title: Ugh.
Review: This is one of the worst books I have ever read. The suspension of disbelief that Quinn expects from the reader is an insult to intelligent and/or well-read audiences. The fact that this book has been optioned for film is an embarassment and reflection of the rampant poor taste of the American film community. Scott and Michael, are ugly portrayals of sterotypes and reflect the author's inability to paint plausible plot lines and characters. Penguin should be embarrassed about publishing this drivel; it was a waste of time and paper. I've read science fiction that was more believable. This just proves that the gay community is just like the straight: There are brilliant essayists and lousy pulp wasters. It's unfortunate because the idea could have been explored much more creatively and with far more humour. Read David Sedaris for funny, dysfunctionality that hits home. Did I convey how I really felt about this novel (ha,ha)?
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