How was that for a catchy title? Sorry. This officially was the book that killed the Gentlemen Bookreader’s Club of America. Its hard to even catalogue how horrible this book was. Let me just go through a few of the things that happened:
- A self-conscious ghost
- A wine-making cult
- Yakuza gangsters
- St. Louis Cardinal references every… five…. pages…
- Statutory Rape
- Assault
- More references to the Cardinals
- The worst, clunkiest, least believable dialogue ever written
- Seriously, a ghost
- The least likable characters imaginable
And that’s all I can remember. It hurt me physically to read this book. At several points I said out loud, to myself, “you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me”.
So, I’ll try to recap the story. This pussy, Potter Mays, comes home from college and complains about his girlfriend for the whole book while delivering water and complaining about everything. He has a bunch of shit-head friends who he does drugs with and complains to. Then he gets his ass kicked for trying to teach some kid to hit a baseball (it was justified) but, unfortunately, he doesn’t die. He just complains more.
I can say quite honestly that this is the worst book I’ve read. Ever. I’m pretty sure Matt Christopher characters make more sense than this incredible turd.
The book club hated it. It’s the lowest rated of all the books. And it deserves to be there.
I almost encourage you all to read it just to experience how bad a book can be. One huge clubbed baby seal for this bad boy.
