Who ever did this review deserves a Medal.
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on 5 May 2022
There is a reason this book was not picked up by a publishing company.
Is it an autobiography? A tell all? An instruction manual? A JW exposè?
Who knows, and after trying to read it, I'm none the wiser.
Overly detailed descriptions of the authors self-pleasuring habits, alongside long rambling paragraphs explaining JW theology, it's jarring and nonsensical.
More than that, it's quite simply BORING. A brick sized tome of a man's self obsessed rambling. The author is unfortunately just not good at writing.
Any respectable publishing company wouldn't come within an inch of this bizarre ego trip, no wonder it had to be self published with donated funds.
One thing it is useful for, learning to recognise a psychopathic narcissist.
The Emperor Has No Clothes... he's also a large greasy obese sex addict. Yikes, avoid.
Is it an autobiography? A tell all? An instruction manual? A JW exposè?
Who knows, and after trying to read it, I'm none the wiser.
Overly detailed descriptions of the authors self-pleasuring habits, alongside long rambling paragraphs explaining JW theology, it's jarring and nonsensical.
More than that, it's quite simply BORING. A brick sized tome of a man's self obsessed rambling. The author is unfortunately just not good at writing.
Any respectable publishing company wouldn't come within an inch of this bizarre ego trip, no wonder it had to be self published with donated funds.
One thing it is useful for, learning to recognise a psychopathic narcissist.
The Emperor Has No Clothes... he's also a large greasy obese sex addict. Yikes, avoid.