Have I read this before: Nope.

Review: Ugh.

I can appreciate the cultural significance of this book without actually liking it, right? Because this whole thing is basically like reading an 18-year-old’s Reddit post about his sexual escapades in France during his gap year. I think I saw the word “c*nt” in this book more than I’ve ever seen it in total prior to reading it and now I never want to see that word again.

Just…ugh.

Not my thing.

(Still less painful than The Adventures of Augie March, though.)

Favorite Part: The end. ‘Cause it was the end.

Rating: 3/10