Malcolm Lloyd

"This sounds cocky and narcissistic, I know. But it isn’t. "

Oh, but it is. Everything about this book is arrogant and narcissistic. It's a self-published diary of the author's sexual proclivities with his former teenage student, now wife over the course of ten years.

Writing a novel about how great your sex life is arrogant enough as it is. But to create your own publishing company to self-publish your sexual exploits is quite possibly the most cocky thing I've ever heard of.

I admittedly only requested this book because I wanted to tear holes in it from cover to cover, much like I'm sure Violet's holes have been torn apart over the course of the events in this novel. But I knew it would be irresponsible of me to not give this book a fair chance.

The introduction chapter reads like a rambling mess. It's all over the place, like something you'd expect to hear from some drunk guy at a party, bragging endlessly about his sexual conquests while also flaunting his vocabulary.

So how does the novel fare as smut? The rambling on about uninteresting, unrelated side details unfortunately creeps its way into the chapters. It seems as if the author can't begin a page without going on about some side details that should have been added to the introduction.

If it wasn't for all the unwelcome, dull, boring and downright annoying details that bog down the stories, I could actually recommend this book. If you find yourself reading this book, you'll surely take note of how some stories are drastically better than others. You'll likely only find yourself doing a single reading of the book, as you'll quickly grow tired of re-reading the unnecessary details on any subsequent read, when you just desperately wish the story would get to the point.

NOTE: This copy was provided to me free of charge as an advanced reading copy. The opinions stated in this review are mine and mine alone, I was not paid or requested to give this book a certain rating, suggestion or approval.… (más)