The Knight Is a Son of a

THE ISRAELI INDIE CULT BESTSELLER — NOW IN ENGLISH

"The Knight is a Son of a Bitch is a trip on the wild side, highly sexual and very explicit. For some reason I cannot explain why but I was sucked into it and stayed put to the last page. Definitely unfiltered...." ¿Goodreads

"A valuable roadmap for women in today's crazy dating scene! It had been a very long time since I had been caught up in a hero's journey, captivated until the last page...Some dialogs are pure genius, they would fit amazingly in a Tarantino movie, and the hero's streams of consciousness got me immersed into the madness of the quest..." ¿Goodreads

"A different, unique, cynical, cheeky, bold book that messes with your mind and kicks you in the face. The writing is psychotic, bordering on genius" ¿Sara Rachmiel Book Reviews

"Aviv gives us a real understanding of how a man's brain works" ¿Blogger Odelia Tzadok

"The Knight is a Son of a Bitch' contains philosophical and existential elements that ask the reader questions about his condition, surroundings, emotions, and feelings. It is a book that raised questions within me about solipsism and touched me at extraordinary depths" ¿Author Doron Braunshtein

"something unusual takes place between these pages" ¿Bookmark

"From the first moment, the blunt language is a wonderful mask and a literary tool that serves the plot perfectly. I would not be ashamed to say genius" ¿Author Osnat Saban

"A different point of view and writing, so real and so true, so many passages in the book I couldn't say good-bye to! Writing that has everything; the book made me laugh, cry, get angry, and think endlessly about life... The book won't leave my heart any time soon" ¿Author Eleanor Lugasi

A GLIMPSE INSIDE:

"Have you ever asked yourselves if you believe in love at first sight? I never asked and was never eager to find out. I was living in a world where my biggest challenges surrounded work: whether or not to call a specific girl, loving my boss, hating her, or ignoring her. Dying to fuck her on the conference room table or up against the photocopier in the corridor, not capable of touching her with a guide dog-regular and mundane matters of any normal person in his twenties. It never occurred to me that I would concern myself with fateful questions, questions of life and death. I certainly didn't imagine that this would be my life or death. I most definitely didn't imagine that I would choose death. But if I hadn't been preoccupied with choosing the preferable way of dying, it seems I would never have known if there is such a thing as love at first sight or not. Were it not for the intervention of the God of Fates himself, I would have been just another guy who had never felt anything in his life, who never experienced the most enchanted moment of all. Suddenly, every refusal of hers is interpreted as a nod. Every receding step seems like lips drawing closer for a kiss. There blows the Goddess of Love and Emotion, and a fix of her hair makes your heart skip a beat. A fraction of a smile is everything you could ever wish for. And so, when you allow this wandering spirit in front of you to acknowledge that this very moment the moon is shining down on the most beautiful evening of her life, you suddenly understand that all the rejections in your life so far have been nothing but pleading smiles, that knew deep down in their hearts that your love wasn't meant for them, but for her alone.

One thing is certain, no matter how much you will be told otherwise; behind every common womanizer stands a woman who has ripped his heart apart."