Review: Very juvenile, difficult to slog through.
Rating: 2 out of 5
Date: 04 4, 2014
The hero of this book, Eric Carpenter, is a hapless and naive 25-ish young man, who finished college but can't seem to do anything with his degree in literature (that he tells people about, repeatedly,  as though that makes him a super special snowflake). So he tends bar at a college hangout. This guy - kid, really - is a naive, stammering, blushing nitwit who says "Seriously?" virtually every time he learns something new, which often. He says "uh" and "yeah" a lot, which the author spells "yea." What else? He rolls his eyes. A lot. He inexplicably cries when handed a book that was his mother's (but doesn't sit down and read the damn thing, despite being full of non-stop questions.) He runs into situations he's been warned not to, yet somehow survives. He exclaims, "son of a gun!" when shot at, and complains his life is now "topsy-turvy." In addition to being pretty unbelievable, this character is a male Mary Sue who is unfortunately too dumb to live. He knows supernatural beings exist and are dangerous, but hasn't bothered to learn anything about them, although he brags about being a "big reader."  Between the immature hero, all the gorgeous women who all want him (and refer to him as clever or smart when nothing he's said is either), the misspelled words and the generally repetitive and awkward writing, this story is just not engaging or entertaining.