
I'm infamous for rarely hating any book. I figure anyone who actually gets a book published deserves some sort of credit. I do get angry at myself for getting sucked in to read an over-hyped book that doesn't deliver (hello Jonathan Franzen's "Corrections") and will hate a book for that reason.
I liked this book because it was such a dramatic departure from anything I had ever read. Was it well written? Probably not. It jerked around from scenario to scenario that I found skimming his words the best way to keep up with the story. He was a metaphor happy kind of author which, as a hobbyist writer, I found amusing yet annoying. Enough, already! We get it, you have a good grasp of the English language. Less is more, dude. Less.is.more.
I picked it for book club as I had heard more than once that it was fantabulous. And it fit our criteria of dark and twisted and batshit crazy. Which it was. But for all the wrong reasons.
Sorry, I can't recommend this to anyone. I gave it 3 bookmarks.
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