Screaming with the Cannibals Book

Screaming with the Cannibals suffers a little from "sequel syndrome" and simply isn't as entertaining as Maynard's first book, Crum. Not only does Maynard spend far too much time rehashing the first book of the series, but Jesse, whom one assumes is Maynard's fictional alter-ego, spends most of his time thinking about his prick. Granted, he's a teen-aged boy, but it gets old fast.
What kept me reading is that in those rare moments when Jesse can take his mind off his gonads, Maynard gives us some wonderful passages about the places Jesse sees and the problems he grapples with as a teen coming of age in the 1950s south.

Given how many times Jesse gets hit in the head in this book, I'm surprised there is a third in the series. You'd think he be brain dead by now. Because I do enjoy Maynard's writing style and appreciation of the absurdity of small town life, I'll give the third book a try, but I'm hoping it is more like Crum and less like this sequel.