He wanted to be stranded instead of being rescued. He fumbled and tripped his way around the island, ignoring the danger, while noting every detail of the women's bodies. waste of skin), was too busy watching boobies bounce and sweat glisten to even pay attention to a lurking killer. while it was tuned to late night Cinemax. I wouldn't have minded Rupert having random thoughts about sex here and there (if he didn't he wouldn't be a teenage boy), but the majority of time spent in Rupert's head was like being sucked into the t.v. Actually, I wrote it, but that's neither here nor there.ĭo you ever read other people's reviews and think "eh, it can't be THAT bad?" You know, maybe people are easily grossed out or something. HOW DOES ONE BECOME STRANDED ON AN ISLAND WITH A MAD KILLER, ONLY TO BE RULED BY HIS PENIS COMPASS? This book would have kicked major ass if Rupert had been normal for at least part of the story. The ending was a perfect cap on a pretty revolting book. I would say that Island had zero redeeming qualities, but I did like the last 2 pages, so I'll give an extra half star.
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