This is Larry Kahn’s first book - hopefully it’s his last.

It has all the subtlety of a two-year-old’s fingerpainting, and appears to have been written to a minimum word-limit, given the extraordinary amount of padding it exhibits. More like a junior prom than a book.

Despite the fact that the author is a lawyer, the legal ideas in it are laughable, but having said that, they’re better than the moronic plot.

It is also entirely clear that the author has exactly no idea about the internet, despite using as a main plank of the book, and knows even less about women.

It’s one of those books that you just shake your head at and wonder how on earth it got past editors, publishers, etc. Only possible solution is that the author paid to have it published.

The ‘Midwest Book Review’ wrote: “A first rate novel that ranks with John Grisham and Frederick Forsyth.” My guess is that they didn’t actually read the book, they simply … well, I don’t know, but I do suspect hard drugs were involved.

Overall, I’m advising that you don’t bother with it… I give it -4 out of 5, and that may still be a little on the lenient side.