I just read the best/worst book.
A few weeks back, I implored my FaceBook friends to recommend books to me, in any genre, to add to my summer reading (which I realized I was missing nearly half way into the summer). I was given several good recs including Anne Rice, Dr. Seuss and Neal Stephenson. My buddy Chad had told me about this book I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell by Tucker Max a few months ago. Said it was laugh out loud funny. Mentioned it again when I was cruising for suggestions.
I don’t generally buy books that are sixteen dollars unless they are books about quantum physics. For some reason, I eat that shit up. Anyway, I figure, what the hell, it’s the summer, which is the only time I really go crazy for books. So I buy this book. A picture of Tucker Max is on the front. He looks like a douche. The book even says I’m going to hate it. The word “reprehensible” is on the cover. Where do I sign up?
Officially, I blame my older brother for making me into the type of woman who loves this book. Years of farting and crude jokes have desensitized me to the extent of laughing at the drunken misadventures and random sexcapades of this jerk Tucker Max. A jerk who happens to be hilariously funny and a damned good writer to boot. I’ll admit, at one point, I was a little pissed by his attitude towards women, but then when I read about his hotel pooping incident in which he managed to crap in his own hair and receive a lifetime ban from Embassy Suites, I figured karma had worked enough magic that I didn’t have to hold a grudge and I could just laugh at the guy.
Honestly, the book is a great read, highly entertaining, but I wonder how many women have read it… and liked it.