Not sure where to start.
Terrible pop psychology placed in the mouths of shallow, vaccid characters stumbling along in very predictable plot. The inane compulsory 'shock' sex scenes are almost as unbelievable as the love dialogue between the tough 'street hardened' detectives.
Give your mind a rest and go and watch some paint drying somewhere!
Never having heard of this man before but intrigued by the promos and reviews, I naively bought this book. Such outrageous and politically incorrect views would not last long in Australia - we call then 'shock jocks'!
But there was something (a bit akin to to moths response to light) that kept me listening to the bitter and almost histronic end. Maybe the unintentional insight into American culture and values???
Bill O'Reilly's narration was woeful, irritating and condescending - but then again it added insight to the whole issue of how did he get to be like he is!! Is he really the reflection of working class america he claims to be? I sincerely hope NOT!!!
This is the type of book that gives romance novels a bad name. Full of cliches, gooey unreal dialogue and unbelievable, unconvincing sex scenes. Often just plain boring to listen to! Well read by Emily, I wondered how she felt about reading such tripe!
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