DON’T READ THIS BOOK!
Put it down. Back away. Go read another book, one titled Unedited. Because that’s the one you want to read. It’s super-long and it’s got everything in this book, but more of it. More crazy. More pages. More words. More heft.
Or … go ahead and read this one. It probably won’t hurt you. Probably.
On its surface, this is the story of a boy—Mike—and the girl he loses. It’s the story of how he swears to do anything and everything to get her back.
It’s also the story of a world going to ruin, a world like our own, but seen through a very warped and cracked mirror.
It’s also the story of a story, a story told only in flashes and excerpts and summaries, a story that contains clues that could fix this broken world or end it once and for all.
It’s social satire and desperate longing for love and metafiction and alternate worlds … It’s about the power of love and the power of writing and—more importantly—about the limits on them both.
It’s about architecture and editing. How you build things. How you tear them down. Or tear them apart.