He finds himself at fortythreeyearsold as his life starts to fall apart: his threehundred pound wife disappears, his romantic interest has lost interest and has gained hatred toward him, his coworkers harass him, customers verbally assault him, and he has the strange urge to adopt his foulmouthed, eighteenyearold coworker, Alex.
When things start to pile up, Timmy must find a way to deal: he turns to Alex to supply him with marijuana, starts sewing an elaborate Mr. Mistoffelees costume, finds solace in the wild, etc., etc., etc.
And the soft, constant wind of change blows him on, on, and on.
This book’s premise was definitely interesting: a
man who slowly realizes he’s is being trampled in every aspect of his life and
the catastrophic meltdown this inspires. I had high hopes. Unfortunately, the
writing didn’t live up to my expectations.
It really was the writing that made this one a tough
read. There were quite a few quirks, with the author
doingsomethinglikethisandjoininwordstogetherwithoutspaces for no real reason.
Once or twice might have been okay, to make a point, but it’s done quite a bit
throughout the novel and it gets tiring for the reader. Another huge thing is
the “show don’t tell issue.” We were “told” pretty much everything, instead of
getting to know the characters and the situations by reactions or interactions.
It’s tough to enjoy a book that has that kind of fault.
The last chapter or two did feel like they’d been
written in a smoother manner, which made them the best ones in the book.
It’s tough to say something like this about an indie
author, knowing how hard it is for them to get their books out there, but this
is one I would not revisit unless it is heavily edited.
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