Disclaimer: This article is a part of The Lewd, an annual satirical project put together by The Lode staff, typically published around finals week. The article is purely for comedic purposes, and the opinions presented in these articles do not reflect The Lode’s values.
I found this book in the Lode Office and I thoroughly regret picking it up. Staring at the wall would have been a more effective use of my time. Reading this felt like watching people have sex. I could tell Andrew was enjoying himself, but I wasn’t having any fun.
This book is a coagulation of bad takes and miserable data. It starts with strong mediocrity between its unreliable data and unnecessary tables (“activity” near a picture of God) with bad scaling. The book oscillates between short snappy writing and tedious analytical paragraphs that take up most of the page. The footnotes are located in the back of the book which instantly disqualifies it from being considered readable.
In the middle of the book, he claims that romance is a combination of religion and erotica. After that, he tries to make the distinction between pedophilia and ephebophilia. I can not verbalize about my feelings. The closest I can get is abject hate and disgust. He also tries to make a distinction between children and adolescents. The last two chapters conclude that people who cheat aren’t honest people, and that people keep loving their partner after age 60.
In conclusion, this book makes me sick to my stomach. The writing was a chore to get through. Eye-catching title, though.
