I thought this book was hilarious. The humor is definitely not high-brow, but is high-brow really funny, anyway? There was an abundance of toilet humor, and there were a few times when I would just skip a paragraph or two so as not to lose my over-priced lunch, but there was so much more to the story about a stoner loser and his smelly dog. I laughed (yes, out loud) throughout the book and am going to withhold sex from my husband and all our friends until they read it, as well.
This story started with an upset, tipsy Cassie riding through Carnival on her cheating boyfriend's scooter. She (literally) runs into Troy and Victor and wavers over whether to accept Troy's advances or not. Fast forward to the hotel room, which is where things get weird.
I can understand waiting until this point to introduce the God aspect. I don't understand the robbery bit, as there's been no indication to this point that Cassie was looking for a mark; I think that should have been hinted at earlier in the story or left out altogether. I also thought that leaving her pregnant was kind of sad, because no matter how much Cassie thought she wanted a child to love, she's pretty messed up and keeps dating guys who abuse her. I would have liked to have seen some sort of epiphany, or a way to change her actions that show that she's ready for a child.
I didn't dislike the story, and I can see where the author was trying to go, but I tend to favor HEA, so this wasn't my style.