I am dead certain when I say that to this point in my life, this had been the worst book I have ever read by a landslide.
This book was given to one of my friends for free on her college campus. After reading the reviews, she lent me her copy and I decided to read it for research purposes just to see exactly how bad it was.
This book (if you can even call it that) is a monstrous amalgamation of everything wrong with this world. Plot aside, the book itself was just bad. There were grammar issues, and the storyline jumped all over the place. At times, I had no idea what was going on. If you can get past that, we get to see the disgusting way he treats and talks about women. 99.9% of the time, when he describes a female character, he just has to bring up what their tits look like. Ok, we get it. You're a tits guy, but genuinely how does this detail play into the plot. On top of this, the main character acts as if he is deserving of sex from every female in this book. And when the girls do not want to give him sex, he throws a tantrum and gets abusive (spoiler: he faces no repercussions for his actions).
This man fully cheats on his girlfriend, and when she finds out and breaks up with him, he decides to propose to her to get her back (love bombing?). But it's not any regular proposal. This man has to summon the entire town to get his soon-to-be fiance out of the house. Usually, when someone is going to propose, you don't have to pressure the other person and break into their home, but hey, this is Rich Shapiro's world.
We don't even talk about whatever the hell brain rot took place in the last few chapters. This dude drank magical old lady breast milk, and now, suddenly, is having revelations? (old lady breast milk isn't even biologically possible.)(Well, I think all of the biological accuracy was left when he added the scorpion people and fruit sex.)
I get it. People have intrusive thoughts. But there is no need to give these thoughts a physical form by writing them down. And even if you need to write these down for some reason, the last thing you would want to do is take these thoughts, run them to a publisher, somehow get them to agree, mass-produce these ideas, and distribute them to poor college kids.