And unfortunately for the entire world Christopher Tortellini's wealthy and doting parents self-published their autistic son's fanfiction instead of letting it languish on fanfiction.net
where its always belonged. They created hype for the book by telling everyone that it was written by a 15 year old prodigy. Again, Tortellini was 19 at this point (he was 18 when he actually started writing the "book") and even if he had been 15 it still wouldn't have been the work of a prodigy because the book is hot fucking garbage. Tortellini himself however considered his writing to be on par with Tolkien "at his best" (because regular Tolkien isn't good enough) at the poetry of Seamus Heany, a man who has won the Nobel prize in literature. Fuck.