This book is not for everyone. It's humor at its lowest. You'll either love it or hate it. Fortunately, I'm a big fan of low humor and intentionally purple prose.This story is a hilariously raunchy send-up of the Pygmalion and Galatea or Giapetto and Pinocchio theme. A sex bot, programmed to give sexual pleasure, escapes from Hot Bot-y, where he was manufactured, and becomes sentient in the service of his new master. His maker makes him flee naked into the night because the wicked military-industrial complex intends to turn the bots into killing machines. All ends well when the army of love-bots pleasures the soldiers into submission.JC Calciano is shameless with his word play and alliteration: "flogged his flagpole to a frothy finish" and "phallic-filled fellatio fornicators and pear-shaped patootie penetrators" are just two examples. The resistance movement is headquartered in a doughnut shop called (of course) "the Creamy Hole." The army general soon discovers their hideaway and cries, "My men and I will penetrate the Creamy Hole from behind!" Sophomoric? Certainly. Crude and tasteless? Absolutely. But great fun.
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