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Supermarket
by Bobby Hall
Well, I gotta give it to Bobby Hall, I did in fact actually love this book, but definitely not in the way that he intended.
This is bad. So, so bad. Shockingly bad. This is "I can't believe I'm reading this in an actual professionally bound book published by a major publisher and not on some fifteen year old's defunct Tumblr" level bad. This is all of the most burnt scrapings from the bottom of the angsty white boi barrel blended together into a Mountain Dew and self-loathing flavored smoothie. It's so on the nose content-wise and so ineptly written that I actually held out a smidgen of hope that this was supposed to be a parody of Tyler Durden and Travis Bickle-worshipping self-proclaimed "outcasts" rather than an actual example. (If it ever comes out that this is in fact a parody, I am changing my rating to five stars and lobbying for Hall to receive the Noble Prize in Literature)
For all that, as you may have gathered, I had an absolute fucking blast reading this book. This is the Troll 2 of literature. I wasn't actually drunk while reading this (although that probably would have helped) but I definitely *felt* drunk on sheer giddiness by the end. I was seriously contemplating a three star rating to split the difference between the actual quality and the entertainment value, but I didn't want to mislead people into thinking this was better than it is. It blows. But in a really entertaining way. If you're down for that, then yes absolutely pick this up.
This is bad. So, so bad. Shockingly bad. This is "I can't believe I'm reading this in an actual professionally bound book published by a major publisher and not on some fifteen year old's defunct Tumblr" level bad. This is all of the most burnt scrapings from the bottom of the angsty white boi barrel blended together into a Mountain Dew and self-loathing flavored smoothie. It's so on the nose content-wise and so ineptly written that I actually held out a smidgen of hope that this was supposed to be a parody of Tyler Durden and Travis Bickle-worshipping self-proclaimed "outcasts" rather than an actual example. (If it ever comes out that this is in fact a parody, I am changing my rating to five stars and lobbying for Hall to receive the Noble Prize in Literature)
For all that, as you may have gathered, I had an absolute fucking blast reading this book. This is the Troll 2 of literature. I wasn't actually drunk while reading this (although that probably would have helped) but I definitely *felt* drunk on sheer giddiness by the end. I was seriously contemplating a three star rating to split the difference between the actual quality and the entertainment value, but I didn't want to mislead people into thinking this was better than it is. It blows. But in a really entertaining way. If you're down for that, then yes absolutely pick this up.