After Reading this book, everything else is easy and entertaining by comparison.

This is possibly the worst thing I have ever read!

My friend had to read it for a class at her college. She goes to school for art. She was having a hard time getting through it (of obvious reasons, when you read the first paragraph). She knew that I tend to read a lot, and asked me if I could read it and explain it to her. Normally I would protest doing someone else’s homework, but after two pages of this awful excuse for literature, I took pity on her and set about reading it.

It isn’t even really a book. It doesn’t have a plot, it doesn’t have a point, it doesn’t even conform to English grammar. It is obviously in reading this, the writer was attempting to dazzle the reader with her intelligence, but she fails dismally.

What she does demonstrate is why even adults can use Ritalin sometimes.

This book attempts to skate between story lines and points of view. It jumps decades, plots, characters and writing styles in each separate sentence.

This isn’t art, it is the insane ramblings of a woman with Adult ADD.

This book is art for the sake of art, it says nothing! The person who wrote it couldn’t keep a train of thought on the track long enough to get from point A to point B. It wasn’t artistic, it was ludicrous!

The only good thing, any professor who would assign a class has to be pretentious and superficial. So all I did is write a report saying that it book was pure genius, it’s use of imagery was thrilling. I explained how the fact the book jumped between scenes with every separate paragraph showed the fleeting nature and fragility of life.

He ate it hook, line and sinker, my friend got an A.

The book is horrible and the person who wrote it should be dragged out in the street and shot for making me suffer so badly.