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First read of 2025.
An extraordinarily exaggerated story by quirky Baltimore‘s quirkiest writer, John Waters. Marketed as “a perfectly perverted feel-bad romance” this felt like it was written by a sexually frustrated high school boy. The scam artist characters are not ones to love but the story was kinda funny in an absurd kinda way. Not for everyone but living in the B‘more suburbs, it resonated with me. Bonus points for the author narrating it. 3.5⭐️
While Las Vegas isn‘t considered a “literary” city, I think the Las Vegas Book Festival proves that wrong. This event featured authors of all kind, with headliners like John Waters (I met him and he signed my book!), Tracy Wolff and Nicola Yoon. From poetry to history, YA to lit fic, this event had something for everyone. Add in the great vendors, volunteers and amazing bookish swag, this was one of the most fun festivals I have ever attended.
If you know the career of John Waters, you know that his humor is raunchy, campy, and quite bizarre. Well readers, this novels checks all those boxes. Do I recommend this for people who have never experienced anything he has created? Absolutely not. For those of us who understand his level of debauchery, this novel is a big old hell yeah. It's disgusting, gross, vulgar, outlandish, and I loved every second of it.