Phil Denhoff

A middle aged man writing (poorly) from the perspective of a teenage girl is just about the last thing I want to read.

Wasn't worth reading the 20 pages I did. Author's ideas are better spelt out elsewhere, in much more enticing and enjoyable language. Excessive cursing makes the word “fuck” lose its importance, which unfortunately the author is happy to indulge in.

One of my least favourite books. Constantly cringe inducing, Cline has tried to write something that Stands Above the Rest but is unfortunately utter dogshit.

About a third of the way into the book, I wanted to believe that the author could turn this around. Have the protagonist be an unreliable narrator, the nerds version of Lolita. But there's just not enough to really make that comparison — it's a bad book! With a garbage, morally corrupt main character who gets Everything He Wabts in the end because That's How Good Books Are. Nothing changes! He's as horrible at the end as at the beginning!

I felt like a locked in coma patient. I couldn't escape the hell hole that is this novel.

Wow, John Jakes; you let me down.

I was expecting a fantastic novel about the struggle of the oppressed black man versus the oppressive white man and how through ingenious techniques and usage of time travel the black man would reduce the oppressive storm of white society to a small blustery wind on a cool summer's day.

Instead I got... I got a piece of shit novel. I mean, it wasn't bad but it wasn't any good either. I read pulp fiction. This could have been written by a ten year old, and I'm not sure I'd notice the difference.
If it was meant to be funny, well it sure as hell failed that one too.

Why did I even finish this book. What a waste of my time.