I never thought I'd have an ill fated word to say about good old Chuck Palahniuk. I thought hell would freeze over before I'd call his writing "amateur" or, for lack of a better word, Shitty.
Invisible Monsters wowed me. (How I despise the word wow.)
Choke was fucking AMAZING. I read it in a matter of hours without once putting it down.
Diary was, well. Diary was okay. It could have been better, but I didn't want to pour arsenic into my retinas after reading it.
But this. This is horrible. Haunted, how it was a national bestseller I will never understand. It is the most blatantly grotesque, drawn out jumble of words thrown together into 410 pages I've ever read. The man must have been fucking high when he wrote the storyboard.
My heart is hurting right now, Charles let me down. HE LET ME DOWN.
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That's how I felt when I realized he's a piece! GOD. I bought Eric Dairy for his birthday one year and let's just blame that on the fact that the relationship spiraled infinitely after. Not really, but he was really in Palahniuk and hated it. It's like the death of a dream of finding someone you think is great. But now it's trendy to like him so maybe its good that we've realized these things. Maybe it's GOOD. I just woke up and feel like I have A THOUSAND WORDS TO SAY TO YOU so prepare for long comments on ALL OF THESE. WHY ARE RANDOM WORDS HUGE FOR NO REASON AT ALL HERE? I DON'T KNOW MUCH, BUT I KNOW I LOVE YOU-WHO-OOO.
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