Neanderthal Book Review

Neanderthal - John Darton

Sure, I've burrowed my nose plenty in the crinkle-cut pages of the big daddy classics, and sure, I've wormed my way through the award-drenched paperbacks like a full blown social retard possessed, but that doesn't stop me declaring that this 'low brow' caveman romper-stomper novel as essential reading as the weather forecast on your wedding day.

And even though my friends aren't fully convinced that this is a literary gem slumped in a sack of talentless dirt, I'm not taking it to heart, since they prefer to read the chick lit pulp that is spewed out on a daily basis about unsatisfied women daydreaming about Manolo Blahnik high heels, carbohydrates and stereotypical European rose-swishing casanovas.

Look at it this way, amigo. Any book with the opening line involving a character resting his AK-47 against a tee trunk to take a leak by the campsite is seven different shades of special.