Humor is really rare in this book, despite the vain attempts of the author. The revolutionary ideas were quickly exhausted and then hackneyed endlessly until they become really too heavy. As for freshness, it is nonexistent because of the style chosen by the author is really too heavy ...
It attempts to mimic the style of youth but really too much emphasis on the sexual side or the kid next to Bob. The language is sometimes too vulgar for my taste. Yet it is very rare that I did not want to finish a book. I forced myself, and finally when I read the book diagonally or dashed, I was really relieved to have finally made this choice.
The story has neither head nor tail: it seems that this is the facility that wrote this book. For example, I really got the impression that the author had invented the pet to have something to say about it then be used to graft a plot on the main story is really very poor.
The characters are very poor and very caricatured. Whether mortal or divine ... Only perhaps Mister B could emerge out of the game, what it does elsewhere: that would suggest that we must leave the world of large adults well gooders!
In conclusion, I was really disappointed by this book. It is empty, flat and tasteless.
