A review by mfreitas
Superstud: Or How I Became a 24-Year-Old Virgin by Paul Feig

1.0

After reading Feig's first work, I was eager for more;however, after reading the first few essays, my enthusiasm was drastically dampened.In fact, I found this book so un-enjoyable that I'm hesitant to read anything else he may write.

The major problem with this book is that it's masturbatory. Feig's memoir about his adolescent dating experiences does not invite the reader to commiserate with the author, and unlike it's predecessor it does not make any particularly witty or funny observations about this awkward period. instead, it appears as if Feig wrote this book only for his own pleasure. Time and time again, Superstud makes the reader squirm as the author reveals personal skeletons that were best left in the back of his closet. Although Feig attempts to portray himself as an affable geek, he comes across as a pathetic case of raging hormones.

The author's previous work in books and television (Kick Me and Freaks & Geeks) proves that he can write and entertain an audience, so don't write him off altogether. But spare yourself the discomfort (and possible nausea) an steer clear of this book.