I wanted to like this book. I’m a fan of Todd’s vlogs, but unfortunately this book falls short on the literary heart and high on the irony. The best audience for this book is the very audience it makes fun of. Rule #1 of being a writer - don’t insult your reader. The book reminds me a lot of the Twitter account “guy in your MFA class”. The pretension of the writing is on another level.
This is the book that the “I’m not a hipster, you’re a hipster” stereotype publishes. Full of angst with buds of talent sprinkled here and there but ultimately lacking the one piece that makes a book: heart.
I’ll keep my dollar, thank you.