But here goes.
The story is disjointed. It erratically jumps in time. After a while, it didn't really matter at what point the story picks up from the previous chapter because there was little to no build-up in the plot. It just stagnated like a dead corpse.
The characters are meatless. Patrick, the protagonist, moves from an existence as a smelly drunk to a non-existence as a gloomy vampire. Lori, Patrick's love interest, literally jumps into hopelessness and took me with her, agonizing with every meaningless expression along the way. I couldn't feel anything for Lori or for Patrick. Their love affair was as dry as their souls.
Only Pink, a vile haunting demon, managed to stir something within me, complete disgust, which represents the only emotion I felt for the book, otherwise the book would have earned one star.
The book was also full of errors. Frustrating, pull-your-hair-out types of errors become noticeable only when they are as numerous as they are in this book. I found myself asking what the author really meant to say through too many incorrect sentences. This was a frustrating effort when all I wanted to do was read a good story, as the many good reviews led me to expect.
I was very disappointed, and I'm not sure if the disgust I felt while reading the book was due to its dismal quality or due to its only memorable character, the demon, Pink. Mark Dirschel's noteworthy achievement with this work is to create a totally disgusting character, something that even overshadowed the bad grammar, and that character is Pink.
