Spotted this in a charity shop and could not resist picking it up.

The book is well written, the dialogue often witty, there a few great lines, engaging minor characters, frequent references to the popular music and movies of the era (my era) which leads Rob to consider whether a life's value can be measured by the music that they own, an interesting idea. So why didn't I like it more?

In truth I'm not a great fan of books where the main protagonist is a loser and seems to have no ambition to be anything else. I quite enjoyed the prologue where he critiqued his early relationships and found them quite fully but gradually the bleakness of Rob's outlook began to get on my nerves and I simply wanted to shout at him to "man up." Rob isn't a particularly likeable character but apparently he had slept with seventeen women in his life but still couldn't accept rejection. Basically he is a 36 year old baby. Its a quick read but the story didn't seem to be going anywhere just like Rob's life

"I've committed to nothing...and that's just suicide...by tiny, tiny, increments."

Spotted this on a wishlist so going out to hopefully make a new friend. Enjoy!

Thank you so much for the brilliant book parcel this arrived in! This one is a wish granter. I shall do my best to get you one in return.