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Fuck this book. Fifty pages of nothing but dudes. I don’t need your dude filled future world, book. I don’t give a shit if the one dude who showed up for three pages wasn’t white, or if eventually the perfect fucking hero* gets a female love interest/side kick. Or two. There are better fucking books, and if this pile of boring wins any awards, I will pitch a fit. Ugh.
*I about sprained something rolling my eyes so hard at the pages of repetitive manly admiration for the manly hero’s manly perfection.
I am suddenly reminded of a quote often mistakenly attributed to Dorothy Parker:
"This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force."
And I’m curious what book this is.