Considering how much I disliked this book's companion, I had no intention of reading this one. But I got in a hate-read mood, and I knew this would fit the bill. AND OH DID IT. Not only is it chock full of McGuire's random narrative, grammar and syntax issues, cliche characters and clunky dialogue but we get the full on crazy that is Travis' inner monologue. The way he "justifies" the rages he flies into. Darlings, how can you possibly find him attractive? And that epilogue? That has to be the ultimate kicker. No way in God's good earth would ANY of that happen. Boyfriend wouldn't pass the stability test.