Bill Maher gives off the energy of a petulant barfly with no one to go home to, sulking over his bourbon as he waits for some hapless fool to sit on the stool next to him. He is a loser facing the end of his life and wondering what he has achieved. He has never known true happiness, and I doubt he ever will.
There is no good reason for me to interact with the GoodReads page for my novel. If I were smart, I would block my web browser from loading it at all. But we all know I’m not that smart.