continuing with my project of only reading living authors this year I picked up this book with a very attractive and sellable cover written by the guy who wrote lemony snicket, which I guess is popular but I haven't read that.
reading this book is like being stuck in a traffic jam at 3 am in rural Iowa. You just want to be the hell out of there but all you have to pass the time is crazy conspiracy radio on AM. actually I confess I didn't even read the last 15 pages or so, I basically just got out of the car and walked home.
this book is the product of a guy whose imagination was over-praised as a boy and is still trying to sound like that. don't read!!