I bought this book from my local library for 5p. A bargain I thought.
Starts well and as the title implies it is about sharks or our protagonist's fear of them.
Joe Davenport, wannabe hero of book, you are a cock. However much coke, booze or skunk you consume I am not going to like you. Even the sharks won't eat you. I will never have sympathy for you.
This watery excuse for a novel lacks any bite.
Sorry to condescend but it had to be done occasionally.
That said, I actually laughed out loud and nearly enjoyed reading FIN.
Very 90's laddish. Lots of drug taking, shagging, opinions on music, fashion, who's made it into your w#nk bank etc.. (note spelling for Gilbert's moral sensibilities). Lots of interesting facts on sharks and shark attacks. A few odious characters, and generally quite funny.
Un joven periodista está obsesionado por los tiburones. En el Londres de final del siglo XX, con drogas, clubes, el inevitable amigo homosexual, la infidelidad y la nueva pareja, se enfrentará a su peor miedo en la costa de Sudáfrica, para superar su fobia.
This book is so hard to describe, but definitely worth it. An exciting and different read about a man that has to come to terms with a fear that control his life