Normally when one writes a memoir, the reader and author can something away from the story. In this case, I felt there was no point to this book except to say look have perverse and open strangers are.
I wanted to like this, it sounds interesting, but instead, I wound up despising the narrator and wondering why he felt the need to write this down. I don’t mind that the stories are lewd and deal with sex, however, there doesn’t seem a point to them. The author doesn’t learn anything and I don’t have a reason as to why anyone else should read this.
I received a free e-version of this novel through NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.