Actually, the book itself is an entertaining read if you have a bit of voyeurism in you...or, you just want to play a literary version of "Being John Malkovich" by slipping inside the mind of the writer, Toney L. Tripp has neither the want or the need for my sympathy.
Y'know, like the morons some people watch on Jersey Shore.
I've seen ego trips before, but this one takes the cake.
These accounts are in my view very honest, because Tripp not only highlights his many successes, but openly admits where he sometimes made mistakes.
The gaming accounts are interesting because they are highly descriptive, mentioning the details of the women's and his own body language during the interactions.
I skipped the part on the title page where it said that it was a work of NON-Fiction.
That needs to be in your mind before you delve in to this story.
Don't be mad, just see it for what it is and take from it what you will.
I found myself at odds with the writer numerous times, but it served in the end to make me thankful for what I have in my life and in my relationships.
The Player) when it comes to actual emotional attachment.
You may find yourself angry at the author on a number of occasions and (As I did on several occasions) say out loud, "How can you be so selfish and self-centered?
But whilst most other literature simply tells you not to, Tripp tells you where you are likely to be going wrong and inadvertently displaying it. While many other books I have read on the subject concentrate on individual routines whereas this one harmonises them together into a single composition.