This one is tough to review. It’s very well written and there are strokes of brilliance and ingenuity, and yet, it leaves me cold.

You must read this book, because if I am to be haunted by the description of what a troll’s dong smells like, you should be too. It’s only fair.

Things are much better when one of them is in dog form.

At last, John and his boyfriend can have hot sex forever and ever. Everyone else, whatever – John getting his boo is everything that matters.

That hero, John, is still the blandest thing in this story, and that’s quite the shame.

White blond dude goes to a new world and saves the natives. What is this, 1963?

Ugh, an anticlimax.

I’m not too sure about some things here, but what I’m sure of, I like.