Adult film superstar Aiden Shaw follows up his bestselling memoir, My Undoing , with the third novel in a gritty and stimulating trilogy of sexual excess (following Boundaries and Uncut ). Set in the hedonistic London clubs so vividly characterized in his previous novels, and reintroducing David, Joe, Ryan and the disturbed Flora, Wasted brings the trilogy to a rousing and unexpected climax.
The first half of the book was great, and is set up to be a pretty terrific story, however, the second half is let down by repetitive plotting and direction. Probably the most well written of Aiden Shaw’s 3 novels but I feel it’s a case of what could’ve been.
Aiden Shaw continues to grow as an author, and perfects his writing, as everything comes haunting back in the third of his novels Wasted. Along with his always great ability to write good dialogue between characters, his novel gives us a conflict of the disturbing taboo of incest and a potential pedophile, it deals with living with being a victim of rape, and Aiden Shaw continues to do a great job of creating good HIV characters. Wasted is another incredibly dark book filled with love and emotional highs and lows, (just like his previous two novels), until about two-thirds the way through. He lost me in the new direction the story seems to be taking. I didn’t like reading about anything good however insignificant happening in any shape, way, or form to Flora after I read Boundaries. For me, the entire essence/feel of the book changed. I would have preferred for the novel to end after chapter seventeen. In the author’s defense, the actual ending was climatic, jaw-dropping, and a horrific end that left me eager for more, for a fourth novel. It’s an ending that I’m glad is there, and fits perfectly with Aiden Shaw’s writing. The story needed to end the way the author intended. Overall, with some editing and a publisher who can print a book without so many spelling and grammar errors, this book was really good.
this book had zero literary value. on the contrary to his other books, aiden shaw completely missed the mark on this one. it was a painful read, the plot was nonexistent, and it seemed contrived. the editor of this book should be dragged out and slapped around a bit. there were large segments of the book where there was dialogue between many people, and no indication of who was saying what. i honestly felt that this was a poor work of fiction by a man that usually writes well. the only reason why i finished this book was because i had nothing else to read for the time being and hate the thought of starting . . . and not finishing the book.