SYNOPSIS:
New York City, May 2000. The Internet bubble has burst, and Evan's boss fires him with an email. The next day, his girlfriend dumps him, also via email. Afraid to check any more emails, Evan desperately seeks a rebound romance but the catastrophes that ensue go from bad to hilariously worse. Fortunately, Evan meets someone whose legendary disasters with females eclipse even his own.
To reverse their fortunes, they recruit their friends into a group of five guys who take on Manhattan in pursuit of dates, sex, and adventure. With musings about life, relationships, and human psychology, this quintessential New York story about the search for happiness follows five men on their comical paths to trouble, self-discovery, and love.
REVIEW~ *****
This was by far one of the funniest books I’ve ever read. I was literally cracking up the whole time. It’s an amazing book; I say this because of how much it had me grinning from ear to ear.
When I started reading this story I had no idea what was in store for me. It was different and I loved that I got to follow each character not just one or two. The men in this story are very intriguing and you can’t help but grow to love each and every one of them and I hoped for happy endings for each of them. Evan, Heeb, “Lucky Charlie”, Narc, and Trevor were all so wonderful. I loved them. I couldn’t help it, even though they had the craziest views on dating and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at them a few times. There are a few parts in the story I thought I was going to die from laughing so hard. A book that can do that to you, keep you laughing and love the characters is an exceptional one.
So if you need a great book to check out that will lift your spirits, have you laughing more than crying, and leave your brain working overtime to keep up with these wonderful characters then this is the book for you. A definite must read!
When I started reading this story I had no idea what was in store for me. It was different and I loved that I got to follow each character not just one or two. The men in this story are very intriguing and you can’t help but grow to love each and every one of them and I hoped for happy endings for each of them. Evan, Heeb, “Lucky Charlie”, Narc, and Trevor were all so wonderful. I loved them. I couldn’t help it, even though they had the craziest views on dating and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at them a few times. There are a few parts in the story I thought I was going to die from laughing so hard. A book that can do that to you, keep you laughing and love the characters is an exceptional one.
So if you need a great book to check out that will lift your spirits, have you laughing more than crying, and leave your brain working overtime to keep up with these wonderful characters then this is the book for you. A definite must read!
AUTHOR BIO:
Zack Love graduated from Harvard College, where he tried to create a bachelor’s degree in Women. With the bachelor portion of that degree in hand, he settled in New York City but – to afford renting his bed-sized studio – found himself flirting mostly with a computer screen and stacks of documents. Determined not to die a corporate drone, Zack decided to sacrifice sleep for screenwriting, an active social life, and Internet startups offering temporary billion-dollar fantasies.
To feed his steady diet of NYC nightlife, he regularly crashed VIP parties in the early 2000s and twice bumped into his burgeoning crush, a Hollywood starlet. But – much to Zack’s surprise – neither of those awkward conversations led to marriage with the A-list actress. Zack eventually consoled himself by imagining fiascoes far worse than those involving his celebrity crush. In the process, he dreamed up a motley gang of five men inspired by some of his college friends and quirky work colleagues. And thus was born Sex in the Title. But the novel is not autobiographical: Zack never had his third leg attacked by any mammal (nor by any plant, for that matter). In fact, keeping his member safe has been one of Zack’s lifelong goals – and one of the few that he’s managed to accomplish.
LINKS:
Amazon USA: http://tinyurl.com/AmazonSITT
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Book Page on Facebook: http://tinyurl.com/FBSITT
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Zack's objective review of his own book: http://tinyurl.com/epicGRreview
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Amazon India: http://tinyurl.com/SITTIndia
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00GG9GI2S
LINKS FOR ZACK'S SHORT STORY ("CITY SOLIPSISM")
Amazon USA: http://tinyurl.com/CitySolipsism
Amazon UK: http://tinyurl.com/CitySolipsismUK
Goodreads: http://tinyurl.com/GRCitySolipsism
Amazon India: http://tinyurl.com/CitySolipsismIndia
EXCERPT 3
“Listen to what you’re saying to me! Can you believe what you just – ”
Heeb blanked out on Melody for a moment as he remembered that he needed to deposit his mail in the mailbox a few feet away because it was the last one before he entered the Eighty-sixth Street subway station. He had been looking forward to this moment, after uncomfortably holding his mail in a stack that was sandwiched between his fingers and his cell phone, which was held down on the stack by his right thumb and pressed up to the side of his head for the conversation.
He refocused on Melody’s rant: “…not fair…I mean, listen to how you communicate with me! I feel like that’s become our problem. That’s really what this is about now: we just don’t communicate like we used – ” And that was the last thing he heard Melody say. Heeb’s painfully cramped and over-encumbered fingers were so eager to release the stack of mail from his right hand into the mailbox that they released his cell phone as well.
Heeb stood there for a moment, in dazed disbelief, looking helplessly at the sides of the mailbox. Melody’s continuing diatribe could now be heard only as a series of strangely muffled, barely audible noises, emanating from within the metal mailbox, like a transistor radio that falls into a manhole and just gives off a faint, chattering buzz.
In absurd desperation, Heeb tried cupping his hands to the mailbox for a moment, and shouting into it, hoping that she might hear what happened and that he really didn’t mean to drop the phone in the mailbox just as she was complaining about how they don’t communicate as well as they used to.
“Melody! Melody! I can’t hear you! I dropped my phone in the mailbox! Can you hear me?! I’m sorry! It slipped!”
As several commuters walked by, looking oddly at this heavyset balding man in a suit and tie crouched down low and apparently talking rather urgently to a mailbox, Heeb felt that he may have reached the nadir of his follies in the New York dating scene. But it would actually get much worse.
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