Rating: WARTY!
Here’s another in a long and windy line of gross-out books. This one is written by a female, which is a bit of a novelty. It also sounded amusing because it was set in Roman times, but in the end it was just a gross-out book with nothing really to recommend it. Believe it or not, the author was so pleased with herself that she wrote a sequel. I can’t recommend this.
On the positive side, it did show that effort counts, and didn’t rely totally on flatulence to make a story, but that said, it still did rely heavily on the gross, and the personal effort was essentially lost in the miasma. I think authors can do better and I look forward to the day when the bad smell of authors going for the lowest hanging fruit is wafted away.
