I could approach this review in two ways. I could go on about how this book is a slice of life - it's describing a few months out of Joe Heath's life as if he's journaling about it, rather than telling a story in the traditional sense. That it's about what boils down to a mid-life crisis that turns into self-discovery but it's really just a man in his mid-40's looking at his life, unhappy with where it is, then going on quite the bender and changing things drastically. I could say that this book is unapologetic and realistic, that Joe is flawed and human in his behaviors and actions; we aren't all perfect, and Joe is an example of that.
But I won't. Instead, I'm going to say that I just really didn't like this book. I hated Joe. He makes mistake after mistake - like, stupid, dumb mistakes, even though he says he knows he shouldn't make them. He's a liar, who consciously lies without knowing why he's lying. He's selfish. He's reckless. He doesn't learn from his mistakes, he just makes them again and again.
This story isn't, well, a story. There's no satisfying ending. It's definitely not a romance, so if you're looking for that, this is a book you'll want to skip. I didn't go in expecting a traditional romance based on other reviews, but I did expect at least a tenuous HFN, but I can't even argue that we have that. Here's no happy-for-anything here. Everyone's still miserable when the book ends. Everyone is lying, to themselves and others. There are (big) issues that don't get resolved. It was not satisfying to read, at all. Oh, also, at least in the version I read (through my Hoopla app), there is a huge timeline/consistency error in the last third of this book that completely changed the trajectory of the story. I read with a crease in my brow saying, "Huh?!" over and over because literally nothing made sense for about a chapter until I just gave up asking questions and went with the flow.
I read reviews arguing that this isn't PWP, and that's true, to an extent. There is stuff going on in the background that I guess is supposed to be plot. But either way, this book is 100% erotica. Which, you know, sometimes you want. But it's not even good erotica. The sex scenes are basically the same thing over and over and over. About half of them go down in the exact same way, the only difference being the partner. Same words, same positions, same outcome. It was so repetitive that, even though they were well written and not cheesy, I was skimming them because I could basically recite everything from when it happened the last time.
I could look past the awful characters and the boring sex and the lack of plot if there was just something satisfying about reading it. But in the end, by the time I reached the last page, I just felt vaguely sick to my stomach and uncomfortable.