I am vociferously passionate about good books. And I hate adverbs.
Unfortunately, this book really didn’t click with me at all. First of all I was quite bored with the main character, a shallow misogynist with terrible self-confidence, but with an unnaturally huge aversion to bodies with a few extra pounds on them. This aversion further developed into proper slut-shaming and fat shaming and other kinds of shaming that I am not sure how to properly collocate in their specific and defining boxes.
I have problems with all kinds of shaming. Huge problems.
Racism? Sure. “Since when have you become a rice fan. You’re usually a bean-only kind of guy.”
Fat shaming? Sure. “I wasn’t sure what kind of attention he was hoping to attract because his stomach was so big it pretty much engulfed his cock.” … “On him the thong was reduced to little more than a flash of yellow that disappeared between his rolls of fat.” … “Well, I thought, as I tried to recover from the visual assault, after seeing that, the view has to get better.” (And yes, the original text had that last part in italics, here I put it in bold, because all the excerpts are in italics, as per my usual M.O.).
No, it was definitely not for me. Your mileage may vary.
Abandoned at 40%, a resounding DNF, hence no star rating given.
I was given an ARC of this book for free from the publisher, Dreamspinner Press.
A positive review was neither expected nor promised in return.