My Thoughts so far on Pop Kids.

Pop Kids by Davey Havok.


So, I got this book Monday and I'm already at... I think chapter 22. (I'm not a slow reader, I've just been reading in between commissions, knitting, watching anime, reading fanfics and writing.)I just kinda wanna talk about how I find it so far ouo. Of course, since people love to tell me I'm opinionated, an ass, etc. I'm just gonna say this right now. This is my opinion :I and I will be a bit critical and make references to other books. Because I AM an asshole. Thanks. OuO (nobody reads my blog anyways.) I ALSO RAMBLE. I'll go off topic many times. I'M A RAMBLING MAN.

Over all, so far I'm digging this book actually. At first I was little.. hesitant towards it? I mean.. it's a pink friggen door. I was worried I was about to enter rupaul's drag race or something O.o (nothing against fabulous drag queens or kings, btw, I have many drag queen friends, I myself am a drag king. does anyone even use drag king anymore?) Oh sweet baby monkeys, the book is infecting me with that bloody word fabulous. By the end of this book I do NOT want to hear, read, or so as see a peep from the word fabulous. Unless it's Pewds. You go on being fabulous. Everytime I read 'fabulous' in this book I mentally read it super flamboyantly. Each time.

Anyways, this book I actually have to sit in front of the computer with Google open. Not because of vocab, but because I know sweet fuck all about brands. I stared at the book for five minutes, asked a few friends what the hell ksubis were, and then googled it. Is it so hard to write 'jeans' or something? Everything in this book is... instead of saying something like, 'I took off my jeans' it reads like a fashion catalog.

I mean... the last time I read something constantly mentioning brands was American Psycho. Just so you know I finished that book and I still don't quite know what happened. I'm so happy Glamorama didn't fricken do that, I'd go insane.

If I look at the writing style, it reminds me a bit of palahniuk... as well as my own writing style. Which I know he hasn't read unless he has a thing for slapped together quickly written unfinished punk related fanfics or.. a 15 minutes PWP made to amuse myself. In other words, it reminds me of a fanfic writer.. not crappy ones like twilight or fifty shades of ble. yes. wheat. but well written ones.

Another thing I want to say, after deciphering the large amount of brands expressed on the character (who we all know is Davey, he can hide it all he wants by taking his bros name and all, but it's like... he took his mindset now, made himself 'cooler' by his standards, and slapped himself in there, but everyone puts themselves into their stories.) I have come to the conclusion that 'Score' or 'Mikey' is dressed like a tool. Seriously, the last outfit described that I remember sounded like he was about to join The Hives or something... Or go back in time and be in some of the bands in the 60s or something.

Moving on... the sex scenes. Oh god.. they're horrid. I never thought a book could make my sex drive wither up so much. Seriously, one of these sex scenes can make kids go the abstinence route. They're gross. They're really gross. I read and write sex scenes all the time and the last time I was grossed out or irked by a sex scene, it was Maggie Shayne's vampire series there which sounded a lot like 'Twilight' so I can't remember the name without shivering.

--this break brought to you by my eggrolls. Vegan eggrolls.. what do you call them? vegrolls? sounds stupid.. uh... cabbage wrapped in dough? hrrmm...---

So far in the story I want to smack this kid upside the head and then take him to get an STD screen because damn, that is one skank he's seeing and with the constant description of cum, I assume it's condomless. That cum-in-hair thing? that is vile.

I just opened the book. chapter 22 is a page and a half long? seriously? o-o;

I'm at chapter 23 now. Pfft...

Moving on.. the constant mentioning of Morrissey is annoying as all get out. In fact, it annoyed me so much I put my Morrissey CDs in a drawer to never see the light of day again. They're dusty anyways, I find him boring |D give me The Smiths. So, yeah.. I think in the first chapter alone Morrissey was mentions something like five times or so...

My mind is blank now so I think I'm gonna go upstairs and play a video game or something.. I'll probably write more while I continue reading or do a full 'review' if you want once it's finished, but from the summary... I think he read a few too many of Palahniuk's books while writing this, the summary alone reads like one.