Page 76 of Money Shot

And then it was gone. I half crawled half stumbled to the kitchen, poured the last of the wine into my glass, and zig-zagged back to my room. After pouring half the wine on my pajamas and the other half down my throat, I began typing.

Fine.

The first time, I felt it was okay. A little graphic, but I lived with it because it allowed me to FULLY understand the man was a fucking lunatic.

But, the sixteen additional chapters telling detail upon detail of “I’m so angry I think the only way to diffuse this situation is to bash in the skull of another prostitute” is taking it a bit too far.

The story told could have been done in eighteen pages (I highlighted each one). Three hundred and three pages were useless graphic bullshit. In short, the book could have been edited down to roughly twenty pages at most, including the ridiculous preface and prologue.

Bottom line?

This book was nothing short of a disaster.

One star.

Because I have to give it something to get this review to post (you asked, Alton)

I did my best to read the review, and as the monitor’s screen began to sway back and forth in my field of vision, published it.

As I stood from my chair and reached for my wine, I fell against the desk, almost tipped over, and eventually ended up lowering myself to the floor rather gracefully, considering all things. After crawling to my bed and climbing up on it, I relaxed into a spinning room.

I hate that fucking book.

I covered my eyes with my pillow...