Without a doubt, this tome has to be the most pointless 'book' of all time. In reality, it is an appallingly written diary entry, masquerading as literature.

This banal and dreary outing pits our hero against a world he didn't create. As such, he is left bewildered, confused and directionless, which is reflected with every passing sentence.

Value for money is simply not a concept understood by this so-called author. Of the 38 pages that were downloaded, 11 pages were taken up with cover art, foreword, appendices, ADVERTS FOR HIS OWN WEBSITE(!), and an article from a local paper that he didn't even write. Not to mention a full page taken up with two pictures of newsagent exteriors. If I wanted to see a picture of a newsagent, I would either look on Google Image Search, or commit myself into Maudsley Mental Institution. I would NOT knowingly pay for the privilege.

In conclusion, this entire work is pointless, worthless and without merit. It is of interest to no one, and serves no purpose.

One can only surmise as to the motivation of the author in writing what I can only describe (generously) as the worst book in the world.

If he ever writes another book again, I will electrocute myself.