Bests & Worsts Reviews from Amazon

Pretend for a moment that you are a stereotypical "frat boy". What would you fantasize about? . . . First things first: I'm rich. Like Bruce Wayne: billionaire parents, but they're gone now. Maybe I have my own thing that is improbably lucrative, but I don't have to do any of the boring work stuff. I've got fancy cars, a movie theater to play video games in, obscure booze... yeah. I've got magical superpowers. Totally amped-up super wizard magic that I can do all sorts of crazy stuff with. Unless there's some hostile non-regular-human around, in which case I'm borderline useless. But my powers totally let me screw with the Authorities. The cops can't touch me, because I'm rich and powerful, but I can totally mess with The Man at every opportunity. Yeah. Cops fear me. And everybody has to call me "Master", which is totally cool, because everybody will be white. In St. Louis. Next, the women. All the women around me are gorgeous, and constantly undressing me with their eyes. Yeah. All women want me, like they just can't help themselves. If at some point that starts to seem ridiculous, I'll get a big surge of power that causes women to want me even more, and makes men want to obey me. But it's cool, because I won't have control over it, so it totally won't be my fault that I'm giving everyone around me a supernatural roofy. What about a cop who's also a woman? Yeah. She'll be all weepy, and blush at the thought of entering an establishment with adult entertainment, and need a man to comfort her, but not in that way, because, you know, female cops. My best friend will be a werewolf, so my "dog" can actually be a dog. (Ed: okay, points for that one.) I'll have a love interest. Smokin' hot and utterly devoted to me, of course. She'll be an employee, naturally, because there's nothing wrong with that. When we get alone we'll converse like intimate lovers, with all the intensity of a college professor standing at a lectern explaining small business taxes. Hot. . . . The book is silly, unapologetically so, and I think unintentionally so on occasion. Either the brand of silliness works for you, or it doesn't. It didn't for me.