I've started to read this book called Portnoy's Complaint and I can't say that I'm extremely in love with it. I think at page 112, I am done reading this book. I'm still uncertain of what I don't like about the book, but there is something. It's probably it's lack of plot and substance.
The protagonist, Alex Portnoy, is like an older, Jewish Tucker Max. The only problem is he doesn't tell you stories. The entire book (so far) is him retroactively talking to his parents about being Jewish or telling the reader about his perverse shenanigans as a young boy. That is basically it.
Do I want you to read this book? No, not really.
Will I finish this book? Who knows. Probably not.