Anyway. The book. I bought it because, going against everyone who has ever told me “never judge a book by its cover”, I liked the cover. The image of a hand completely covered in cupcake sprinkles made me happy. Yeah, the blurb on the back sounded vaguely interesting, but dammit, I liked the cover. So I bought it. Even though it had an Oprah’s Book Club sticker on it. I pushed through that shit and bought it anyway.

Holy shit, folks. Good book. Strangely written, but really good. I write like I talk (well, mostly. I actually swear a LOT more in person), but this guy writes like he thinks. It’s stream of consciousness in a totally primal way. The content was, at times, really fuckin’ bleak, but I couldn’t put it down. And yeah, I cried at the end. Bigtime. And not because it was particularly sad, but because it was BIG. Maybe part of that was because it’s been a really BIG week and all that emotional stuff that I usually keep locked up tight has been right there at the surface, I don’t know. But it was good.

There you go. The book review of the day. Link immediately to follow. Clicky clicky.