Simon Magnus thinks about Simon Magnus a lot. Always the full name, always Simon Magnus his Simon Magnusself. It’s not a style I, personally, enjoy. Honestly, from the first page I could tell that I was going to struggle with this book.I persevered, through the labored language — and while I appreciate an author with a strong vocabulary, the way it was used felt forced and heavy handed. Bluntly speaking, I found it tedious, tiresome, and uninspiring.

Simon his Magnusself is profoundly unlikable. He’s someone who went viral with a comic so groundbreaking, so utterly resplendent and amazing and phantasmagorigcal it changed the whole world, and my eyes rolled so far back I had to go across the room to pick them up. But that’s the thing about books and readers. Just because I couldn’t stop sighing or cringing over every overworked sentence and moment of pompous and condescending lectures being used as exposition doesn’t mean someone else won’t read this book and enjoy it. (And maybe learn some new works because of it.)

I did not enjoy my time with this book and do not recommend it. Thank you to Net Galley and the publisher for the ARC.

Unfortunately I didn't understand this story or the way it was written. The writing felt a bit disjointed and the plot itself was strange.