So far I have had a list of books that I absolutely loved. After reading "Greed, Lust and Addiction", I now have a list of books that I have absolutely hated, and GLA is going to top the list forever.

The language is like that of a class 10 student writing an essay. It is awfully preachy to say the least. It is preachy to the point that it comes off as prude.The writing is so childish I can almost read it from the comic bubbles above the characters. It is predictable af.
Yeah it does reiterate certain morales which are needed in today's world, but please get a better plot and better writing skills to do that. It was a pain to read the book. Felt like a Value Education project of a school kid. Not because the morals are outdated but because the style of writing is cringeworthy coming from a man in his 40s. His editor should have given him "Word Power made Easy" to improve his vocabulary.

The book just goes oooooon about Yoga! Yeah yoga is good! But using yoga to stay alive after being stabbed 4 times and then bursting through the ground is waaaaay too much. Often it kinda reads like a manual of those 10 rupee yoga books talking about magnetic fields and seven chakras written in the thinnest paper imaginable whose ink turn your fingers black and tears after you read it for the third time. And the manner in which it runs in the book feels like someone googled about yoga and rambled on and on about whatever he could rip off the net.

To mention a few things about the characters in the book :
Righteous journalist elder brother with an ever demanding materialistic wife and family? Who gets killed for his righteousness. Cliched.
Telling the waiter to put a camera below his tray and record the bunch of goons spilling their guts? Author must have seen an Ekta Kapoor serial for sure before he wrote this book. 
Guy moves in to kiss his girlfriend and she retorts with a "What do you think you are doing mister? I want a soul mate not a body mate.We can do all this after marriage but not before marriage." She even put up an analogy of a flower, saying that indulging in "physical activities" before marriage is like plucking a flower which looks nice first but then eventually loses its freshness and wilts. Whereas doing it after marriage is like bring the pot home and caring after it. I am not even going to talk about how weird this logic is. Also, Sooraj Barjatiya, are you watching this from the heavens? Ravi Dabral has found you another ideal 'baahu'.
The journo guy can't even utter the word sex. He calls it "high-quality momentary pleasure". That is as self explanatory as the brushing of flowers against each other in old Bollywood movies.