Latest read in my quest to consume the Chuck Palahniuk oeuvre before Thursday: Rant. Lots of people warned me about this book. I think it's supposed to be shocking, but when it's your eighth Chuck book in 2 1/2 weeks, NOTHING is shocking. I may be sitting here pulling the almonds off the tops of Almond Joy candy bars and calling the nut-free goodness Milky Mounds. I think I've lost the capacity to feel my toes.
|I hate snakes, so I went with another|
Rant is a weird book. I don't like snakes, so I didn't bother to sleep the day/night that I read it. I feel strange.