....which compelled me to click on the "Read extract" button. I promised myself I wouldn't read any of them, curse you.
Anyway, I retract my assumptions on the quality of writing. It's actually not that bad - I expected it to read like that hilarious
Laura/Legolas fanfic. I do maintain that it's still not good literature, but it's not as bad as my mind painted.
To highlight this, I'll put in the rest of one of the reviews you posted:
The biggest question I had when I started this was: what does being pounded in the butt by my own butt even means and it turned out to be a funny and clever H.G Wells-esque allegory on narcissism and I'm not ashamed to say I enjoyed it until jizz started flying all over the place like it was Spiderman shooting webs. Jizz might be your thing, but any other jizz than my own clearly isn't mine.
So, it seems to be a good form of the type of literature which it is. Personally, I do not think that form is "Good" literature, though. Still, I was wrong - and I will apologise and seek therapy at the same time.
Much like this fellow
I was given a digital copy of this book as a gift by my friend. I thought she was just sending me some kind of gag gift book, butt little did I know that this book was going to change my life and entire worldview. No longer shall I condemn the gays and their want to pound butts and be pounded in the butt. Having read this epic love story between a man and his living, sentient, and thoughtful flying butt I now understand. I came to the realization that I didn't really hate the gays and their butt pounding... I have just been scared all along of the deep, repressed desire I held to pound my own butt and to be pounded by my own butt... I need therapy and anger management no more. I have Chuck Tingle now.