I read a biographical book of Harris' and it was good, but this book is the stuff of poor, pathetic, a little anti-white, but that is not the worst part--the contintual rationalizing (or thinking he had to which was worse) for his super religious constantly bragging about his "notches"--
plus this dreck is the most simplistic writing at maybe the 4th grade level. It is like the words from a boy pretending he is a man explaining and apologizing at the same time what his sexual preference(s) are,
but there is no depth or feeling--an author in love with himself and his appendages--dead writing--plus if I heard one more time how he is "so gorgeous" (yuck)--enough-finally I erased the book half through on "800"th gorgeous,
I loved Queer as Folk--and enjoy the reading in this genre--but this book made me sick---plus I wanted to love this book. Sad, plus a waste.
You can only so long about unattractive people who act the same--bore.
Story is dull, overwritten, has no characters that are interesting--I was very sorry for wasting a credit.
One star is more than the book is worth. More like a cheap romance--characters had no depth--very dissapointed.
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