Razorblade Tears

im like legitimately baffled how this has such a high rating and how many people who's opinion i trust(ed) enjoyed this i genuinely don't understand... im not even talking about the premise because that's an entirely different mess (two old men who beat and or tossed out their kids for being gay come around to “repent” for their abuse and neglect only after said gay sons have been killed) i think this story could have been told and been interesting and thought provoking but this book did not tell that interesting and thought provoking story. the writing here is fucking abysmal. this feels like the author picked up writing on a whim because he wanted to produce an action packed b-movie revenge flick but couldn't write a screenplay. it's written out like it's meant to be a movie. things just happen and there's no depth behind the characters or their words or their actions and none of it means anything because none of it feels real. no one talks like this in real life, no one acts like this in real life, not even those goddarn rednecks who are all white trash alcoholic racist deadbeats (lmao). this whole book screams Man manly manly masculine man. this is a book for Real men.

i didn't finish this book and i don't care to, nothing that could happen in the last 60% would change my mind and i really highly doubt the writing suddenly becomes better so im shelving this shit. i did start marking things i really really hated in this so here are some of those lines:

- The powerlifter had sweat stains spreading down from his armpits that vaguely resembled maps of England and Ireland respectively.

- His chest was as tight as virgin pussy.

- The wound on his cheek was weeping like a broken-hearted bride.

- Dom was five seconds away from busting a nut in the mouth of the brunette that had been crashing at the clubhouse since Saturday when he heard the sound of metal smashing against metal. Reflexively he grabbed his .44 off the nightstand and popped his nut all in one movement.