Fumetto insulso, non mi ha detto niente.

Le personnage principale m’est tellement antipathique que j’ai du mal à noter plus mais ca montre bien les intérêts et les limites de la technologie dans la drague.

Una visión al vacío existencial de la promiscuidad en este siglo. Antes tenías que esforzarte para ser promiscuo, hoy sólo necesitas una conexión a Internet y bastante dinero para gastar.
El arte de Koren es muy bueno, y ayuda a que tanto la parte cómica como la parte sexy se vean bien.
Mucha gente se queja que no profundiza en nada, pero como yo lo veo ese no es el objetivo, sino platicar sobre la experiencia personal del autor. Eso lo hace un poco superficial si lo que buscas es algo más filosófico o psicológico.

The art was great; the introspection was not quite what I wanted. Shadmi is less introspective than easily made aware of his (or his character's) shortcomings by his close friends.

I guess I just didn't need to read a comic that was 80% about objectifying and judging women's bodies. It felt gross. I get that that shallowness was kind of a ~problem~ for the main character, but when so much of our culture is all about ladies' bods anyway, I don't need these cartoonishly gigantic boobies and booties shoved in my face by some insecure dude. These women are just walking body parts... I don't need that cultural reminder, know what I'm saying? The narrative is a little stale in 2019.

Warning: Spoilers

Not a fan. This book made me feel a combination of sad and icky in regard to the main character. He descends into this greedy sex addict with little regard for women, treating them like objects meant for his visual and physical enjoyment (although to be fair he seems to view women as things and not people right from the outset of the book so perhaps he didn't have far to descend) When the main character (Who is the author?!) commits sexual assault the book treats the incident so poorly. He has a brief moment of recognizing he's become a monster but there is no real recourse. No apology to the woman, no seeking of help, nothing beyond a very brief hard(ish) look in the mirror. Instead, the author/main character takes the incident to mean he's ready to commit to a relationship with the one girl from the sexual smorgasbord he'd been sampling that he seemed to click with. What a lucky woman.

This book does a terrible job of engaging with mental health, sexual assault, and even dating in any productive (or even critical) manner. It's intellectually lazy writing that, if the author really is like the main character he's styled after himself, we shouldn't be surprised by.

As other reviewers have said the title "Love Addict" is a misnomer. There's no love here.

The potential for something with more depth was there, but what we get is something fairly shallow.

Misogynistic and low key rapey. Definitely manipulative and abusive with no room for redemption as none of said abusive traits are addressed nor condemned by the author.