Do you know the kind of book where you would rather, instead of continuing to read, pick up a rusty, dull knife, and stab it in your heart again and again? Yes? yeah me too. No? Well, keep reading then..
This is without a doubt the most boring book ever written. Oh, there’s a book about watching paint dry? Trust me, I would rather read about specific details of watching paint dry every day for the rest of my life then read this book again..
I do not even understand what this is? Why the fuck did the world need this book?
It’s a guy walking around thinking about how Zombies have taken over the world, but nothing happens! Yes, he shoots a “skel” here and there, and he thinks back to a girl he met, and hey, look, there’s a bridge.
What the fuck is
the point of this book?
Do you also know the books where your eyes see
the actual words, but they just don’t register at all? I mean, yes my eyes read the book, but in my mind I was planning dinner or thinking about work. Honestly. ZzzzZZzz..
The writing makes no sense at all either. It’s like a guy from the “hood” trying to speak (or think!) how he
thinks “posh” people speak. “No picnickers idled on their blankets, no one goldbricked on the benches, and nary a Frisbee arched through the sky..”
“nary a Frisbee”? Really? This is how the dude thinks? Uh huh.. At other times he thinks about running out of condoms… Sadly, he didn’t think “oh no, I have nary a condom left”
though.. I would have given a star just for that.. Just sayin..
good thing about this book is the dude’s name which is “Mark Spitz”..
The sad thing about the dude’s name is that there was a very, very
long chapter about how he got that specific name…
And even though I ‘read’ it - I still don’t know how he got it..
I guess my mind blanked out after 10% to save itself..