The first 75% of this book is boring.
Blocks and blocks and blocks and blocks and blocks of description. It could have been taken from a tourist guide book. Blech.
Tediously painfully detailed small talk. Good god, small talk is bad enough in real life. You want me to read about it too? No thanks.
And that awful pet peeve that I wish I could dip in acid and defenestrate from a high rise building into an ocean filled with sharks.
A writer writing about a writer's writing process.
UGH Kill me now.
Also the main character's head is lodged firmly up his own ass for that entire first 75%.
How boring is it? Well, there's sexy underwear and somehow even that winds up being boring. The character is wearing sexy underwear and the other character sees it, really likes it, then.... he takes the underwear off, tosses them on the floor, and they have a mediocre frot. I am all the disappoint.
I kept reading because someone said that it gets better around 80%. They weren't wrong. Stuff actually happens from about 75% onward. So I'll add a star for the final ditch effort to have something notable actually happen in the book, but my personal opinion was that the first 75% was not worth the last 25% and there just seemed to be something missing throughout the whole thing. Emotion, maybe? Regardless, I just didn't care about 3/4 of this book, and so I can't really recommend it.