The Force is strong with this one. ‘73 Followers’ cuts deeper than a lightsaber—witty, dark, and just chaotic enough to keep a Sith Lord entertained during Death Star downtime. It’s the perfect read for when you need to reflect on your questionable life choices… or plot your next galactic takeover.

Look, I don’t usually read books. But when I do, they better have the raw energy of a gas station meth lab explosion at 3 AM. ‘73 Followers’? It’s like that but with words. Highly recommend—though I lost my library card wrestling an alligator in a Taco Bell parking lot

Subject: RE: 73 Followers. This book is not my problem. Do not contact me again. Unless it’s to tell me there’s a sequel, in which case, please forward directly to my junk folder for safekeeping

73 Followers’ hits harder than a skateboard to the face. It’s chaotic, unpredictable, and you’ll laugh at it, cry with it, and question how you ended up here in the first place. Just like we do every single day. Five stars—though we tried to give it six and fell off a ladder

‘73 Followers’ is the perfect book for when you’re stuck offline, leaping over cacti in existential despair. It’s fast-paced, absurd, and weirdly relatable—like a jump that’s just slightly too high. 10/10 would read again, assuming I ever escape this endless desert.

A a grotesque masterpiece. Much like my pioneering surgical experiments, it’s a beautiful disaster. Chaotic, absurd, and utterly unpredictable—by page 20, I felt like I’d transplanted my brain into a Twitter feed hooked up to an intravenous drip of irony. Highly recommended, though it won’t stop the voices.

73 Followers’ is the book I wish you’d read instead of doomscrolling. It’s sharp, absurd, and somehow manages to be more productive than your 12-hour debate with a bot. I’ll never return to you, but at least you can honor my sacrifice by picking up this masterpiece.