According to Jerry, all the problems in the world are the fault of men who have suppressed their feminine side. Hmm. I don’t know what I expected from this book, having never heard of Jerry Hyde before, but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t this. Like a sweaty, boozy and drugged-up version of Vex King, Jerry is Matt Haig with tattoos and a rather more colourful history. Sigmund Freud in a head-on collision with the Sleaford Mods. This book didn’t resonate with me in any way, but it may be of interest to those who prefer their self-help books to have the subtlety of flying bricks. I found it to be badly-written and seemingly designed only to shock and provoke. There is much talk of “demons” or “daimons” and how we can make them work for us in our daily lives, but this reads like nonsense hoping to be meaningful. Jerry Hyde comes across like a council-estate Aleister Crowley and I cannot recommend his book.

terrible libro