This is one of those reviews I’ve been putting off writing—for months now. It’s not that Adam Dickson’s Drowning by Numbers is a bad book. It’s not. It’s the story of rocker Joe Byron who’s teetering on the edge of losing it all—and by all, I mean his life and everything else, including career and marriage and friends—because of an addiction.
In a nutshell, that’s the story, and it’s less Rock Fiction than it is what Susan calls Junkie Fiction. I can see why she’s not a fan of it. It’s hard to watch Joe self-destruct so eagerly. How am I as a reader supposed to care about this guy if he doesn’t care about himself?
That made it really hard to read, and I mean really. I’d put the book down and walk away and not really care if I finished reading it or not. If we hadn’t promised a review, I wouldn’t have.
Not that this is a bad book. It’s not. Just for me, who doesn’t really like this stuff, it was just sorta there. If this self-destruction is your thing, go for it. You might like it better than I did.
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