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2.45 AVERAGE
2.45 AVERAGE
Started out intrigued but quickly came to realise that this guy is severely fucked up. He seems relatively self aware but along with the refusal for therapy comes a refusal to admit many of the things he has done are horrendous and terrible; and once it happens to him for once he decides to write a fucking book and profit off of it? Of course what happened was bad but come on, seriously he can't handle a little taste of his own medicine.
I'm giving this a one star because it is kind of a well-written story. I mean there were moments where i guffawed. BUt I DNF-ed it at page 96 because this guy is just absolutely unbearable. Like I knew I would dislike him but he could be evil and smart and charming right? This guy is just a fucking horny whiney brat and that just makes the narrative unbearable to read because it feels like I am wasting my time with the thoughts of some trash man who becomes infatuated with women and obviously objectifies them. Anyways - it's such a ragebait book!!!
Much like Bukowski's Women, this reads as a toxic male fantasy. If you're looking for something similar, just read American Psycho. More nuance, subversion of expectations, and better prose.
dark
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
This book was so easy to read, purely because I was addicted to the main character; the narcissism & chaos was like a car crash I couldn’t look away from.
This is a diary of someone with alcohol addiction, who deliberately seeks out vulnerable women to emotionally destroy them for his own pleasure, as a way of getting even with the pain he has suffered.
I loved it. The raw, honest account of hurt, addiction and trauma that this person conveys. The awareness that he has, not only for his own behaviours, but also how they so clearly affect others, down the most intricate details is astounding, to the point of sociopathy.
“They say the sea is actually black and that it merely reflects the blue sky above. So it was with me. I allowed you to admire yourself in my eyes. I provided a service. I listened and listened and listened. You stored yourself in me.”
This is a diary of someone with alcohol addiction, who deliberately seeks out vulnerable women to emotionally destroy them for his own pleasure, as a way of getting even with the pain he has suffered.
I loved it. The raw, honest account of hurt, addiction and trauma that this person conveys. The awareness that he has, not only for his own behaviours, but also how they so clearly affect others, down the most intricate details is astounding, to the point of sociopathy.
“They say the sea is actually black and that it merely reflects the blue sky above. So it was with me. I allowed you to admire yourself in my eyes. I provided a service. I listened and listened and listened. You stored yourself in me.”
