The concept of this book really appealed to me. However, the concept was the only thing I enjoyed about it.

Speaking of heavily researched 70s lingo, I get it. This book took place in the 70s. I didn't need a reference every other paragraph. Especially not when that reference is "whambamthankyouma'am" a minimum of five times throughout the book. That is five times too many. It felt so unnatural and just seemed like the author was shoving the 70s in my face. Admittedly, I wasn't alive during that decade, but did people really say "sh-boogie" every time they cussed? Because that's the impression I got from this book of life in the 70s.

The writing style was nearly unbearable. If I hadn't been reading it to complete a tough prompt in a reading challenge, I would have DNFed after twenty pages. It was just so poorly written. I guess it was to show what was happening inside the mind of the main character, but it was constant! There were weird lists, SO many ellipses, fully capitalized sentences on nearly every page, and sometimes it seemed like the author just clicked "Enter" at random points in the middle of thoughts.

There was so much dialogue that I didn't feel like I ever got a mental image of the world because it was just constant talking.

I wish I could talk more about the plot of this book, but I was so distracted by the way it was written that I'm not sure I really took much else from it.