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The book was okay. Not what I expected from the wonderful Tom Wolfe (The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test is one of my favorite books. Ever.). My hubby, after seeing the picture on the back, and not knowing anything about literature that wasn't written by Issac Assimov, stated, "Who's that pompous a**?". As much as I love Tom, sometimes it seemed like he was just writing to hear the click of his keyboard.
And the end? Anyone else think he was like, "Aw, crap, I've written 600 some odd pages already. Better tie this thing up." The last chapter was so random.
I would have loved to have seen Jojo more developed. It was just like dumb jock, oh no, I love him. And calling a sorority the Douches?!
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