I just finished reading this book

this book.  On the cover it says “OMFG, I nearly up and died from laughter”.  I didn’t find the book funny at all.  I didn’t find it humorous.  I found it depressing.  I spent most of my time reading it imagining the protagonist as Jonah Hill (which I’m pretty sure is right on, but don’t watch the whole clip, or do, its up to you — it’s funnier than the book anyway), and comparing him to myself.  He just finished high school, doesn’t have a job, spends his time on the couch at his mom’s house where he still lives mostly drugged out of his brain and imagining what his life could be (based on the films and TV he has spent so much of his time watching) but has no impetus to be.  It kind of reminded me of Garden State, but I don’t mean that to be a compliment (even though I love Garden State).  The problem is that I don’t want to identify with the protagonist at all.  The only thing I came away from it with is a vague regret that I don’t have a brother.  The hows/whys of this are too complicated to explain, but anyway.  I also had a major problem with the way language is used in the book.  It’s very now.  Snappy, fractured sentences that feel static-y.  Almost like reading a blog maybe?  Like reading this post?  I don’t know, but I don’t like it.  If this is the future of literature I’m quite happy to be left behind.  If you didn’t notice, this is me telling you not to read the book.  Why I’m writing this here, I don’t know.  Especially since I read so many books that I do like and don’t tell you anything about them.


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