By David J. Harrison
The Book Guild, 2021
Genre: Thriller/Sci Fi
“Well,” sniffs Her Momness. “That’s four hours out of my life I’ll never be able to get back.”
She recently bowed out of a “book blog tour” on this lemon. As in, chucked it across the room. She calls it “Taking out the garbage.” (Mom’s just funny that way.)
And “garbage” is exactly what this book is. We tried to give it a fair chance. Like, “Olly olly oxen free !” But 66% in, Mom was doneski. Outta here! Gag me! Clean-up on aisle nine!
The blog coordinator wants a score of 3.0 or higher. Mom just laughed.
We told the blog tour coordinator, No thanks, sweetheart. Not a chance in h-e-double toothpicks we’re gonna promote this heaping helping of landfill.
But we will say this: There’s a “Catcher in the Rye”-ish, guy on the edge of the looney bin, feel to this dumpster fire. It’s all downhill from there. (To the horror of high school English teachers everywhere, Mom once voted that Salinger tome The Most Over-Rated Novel in the English Language. Hi, Ms. Lane!)
Badly overwritten, Re-whatz-itz moves with the speed of a growing redwood. Some of us would rather get sunburnt tonsils than stand around waiting for this dud to get off the ground. We’ll also say that dubbing this hawk-up-a-hairball a “thriller” is like saying Barney Fife is Captain America.
Meandering, coarse, bloated and kitschy, it’s kind of like bouillabaisse: Everything we can’t stand in one dish/book.
Oh, wait. Is that peeling paint? Watching it dry would be a better investment of your time than reading this loser.
Besides. Just think of all the moola you’ll save on barf bags.
Our Rating: 1.0
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