The Bad Boys of Assjacket

Okay, let’s get this out of the way: *The Bad Boys of Assjacket* is ridiculous. Gloriously, unapologetically ridiculous. And that’s why I adored it. Stephanie Riggio’s narration is the linchpin—she doesn’t just *read* this book; she *performs* it, like a one-woman vaudeville act. Her timing is impeccable, especially in the rapid-fire exchanges between the cat crew, where a single paused syllable can turn a throwaway line into a gut-punch joke. The production quality is crisp, with no distracting edits, though I’ll admit the sound levels dip slightly during the more manic scenes (a minor gripe, but noticeable if you’re listening in a noisy environment). The story itself is a high-wire act of tonal balance. Peterman walks the line between parody and genuine stakes, and for the most part, she sticks the landing. The romance subplot—while fun—feels almost incidental compared to the main event: the cats’ desperate, increasingly unhinged attempts to stay “lawful” for seven days. (Spoiler: They fail spectacularly.) My only real critique? The worldbuilding, while inventive, sometimes relies on *too* much absurdity without enough grounding. A few more beats to let the rules of Assjacket sink in would’ve made the chaos land even harder. That said, if you’re here for a rom-com that’s 80% heist, 15% flirting, and 5% existential feline crisis, this audiobook delivers. Just don’t expect to keep a straight face through the ‘catnip intervention’ scene. Riggio’s delivery alone is worth the price of admission.