I read it all and afterwards had to take a hot shower to wash it off. I thought maybe, just maybe Woody would become more than a shallow, self-centered bumbling fool, but he never did. However, what bothered me most was that every female character in the book was written to be either cheap or simple. The authors attempts to write from a woman's point of view are as unbelievable and pathetic as a 6'5, beer bellied, hairy transvestite in a pink slip. The continual references to sex in the banal, self-absorbed way they were portrayed became like unexpected flashes of a pervert. When I think about this book, the time spent reading about "Woody" I feel angry, like I have been mislead and taken advantage of. I give it one star because the landscape imagery was well done.