- File Size: 1093 KB
- Print Length: 152 pages
- Simultaneous Device Usage: Unlimited
- Publisher: Kokoro Press (July 7, 2014)
- Publication Date: July 7, 2014
- Sold by: Amazon Digital Services LLC
- Language: English
- ASIN: B00LLWDU5I
- Text-to-Speech: Enabled
- Word Wise: Enabled
- Lending: Enabled
- Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #1,909,444 Paid in Kindle Store (See Top 100 Paid in Kindle Store)
The Czar of Wilton Drive: A Novel of Self-Discovery, Betrayal and Deceit Kindle Edition
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I pretty much walked into this one, when asked for an honest review without looking into it first. I jumped on the bait for ‘dark eroticism’. The ‘gay ghetto’ reference was the first hint I wasn’t going to like this one. First off, it’s Urban and YA. They don’t tell you this, so I am.
I was going to be nice, just leave this as a DNF, and not give it a star rating. As of now, I would give this a negative 5 stars if I could. The reason being I was going to go nice was that I stopped reading it after chapter 1 and figured there could have been a chance the story would have developed into something others might enjoy. Just for me, there were things annoying me, little things that got in the way that by the time I reached chapter 2 I just couldn’t go on.
What first set me off is that gay people don’t go around calling themselves gay every five sentences; we don’t divide our family and friends up by who is gay and who isn’t. I didn’t see the author titling the straight ones, or the black ones, just the gay ones. So the passive aggressive separation didn’t sit well with me. The playing around with the nose ring was weird, I’ve never seen a person twist the ring around and no they don’t take them out to go on the airplane. Nose picker came to mind when I read it, that and the sudden urge to go wash my hands. Throwing in the random PA bit just showed you know little about body piercing, they don’t come out like earrings.
Information like this is thrown at you with the consistency of someone with ADD and not always relevant, but that was somehow the world building. Then there was the squirrel in the road tactic of explaining the mother’s father’s grandfather’s mother accident... yeah, totally lost me there.
Fans of Urban might like it, I can’t speak for them, but at 4.99 for a mere 150 pages, it’s hard to offer any optimism for anyone
Adjustment: After writing this review, I thought maybe I should give it a second chance and explore a little more. I wish I hadn’t. The constant nose picking is a turn off, yet it kept being brought up as if the nose ring was significant or made the character appear badass and cool.
The list of stupid is never ending and mind you, I am only in Ch. 2:
--The lawyer was about as professional as a punk kid, about a dozen laws broken and how he ‘took the liberty of…’ and then touching the kid.
--the continuation of gay ghetto, gay bars, gay this, and gay that. I’m surprised it didn’t come down to gay dishes and gay bathrooms for the gay vacationers that come from all over the world to visit the 2 gay bars in a city that has nearly 30 of them, yet somehow owning 2 makes this nose picking punk urban kid the czar of gay wealth.
I had to skim just to reach the end of Ch. 2,
--four more mentions of nose picking,
--a naive 21 yr. old virgin, who grew up in Stanton Island, now in a strange city, trustingly invites a stranger over the phone to come over. The kid had already been played at that point. The case of the stupids didn’t stop until he had unprotected sex with the HIV positive stranger then act as if it was no big deal afterwards. It might be fiction but I don’t want it in my reads.
The list of stupid never ends. But I’m done.