The Swifties of French culture love this one. I do too. It's really easy to read but also probably one of the most cheugy books ever written.
It was written by a sleazy frog as he cheated on his wife, flying around the world, drunkenly regressing to childhood. It's wanking to 'I'm 7 and this is deep' on his stupid, probably Jordan Petersonesque male self-neglect plane. It probably smelled like spilled alcohol and feet.
A pilot's alcohol breath shares with you, this tale of a cute lil cartoon boy and his animal friends that symbolize universal allegories, recounted as life advice... There is such a thick stench of molestation and cog dissonence about this book. It's just so full-blown French.
I hope his wife got fucked well and often. It's a sweet book and I love it.
