fiend friend tossed Chuck Palahniuk’s Survivor at me and said it was a book that I had to read. Since Masterpieces is a collection of short stories; I figured I’d humor him and read the book.
So far I’m only about 3-4 chapters in and I’m already wishing I’d told him to piss off. The book is gloomy and dreary, not at all my sort of read. Since I said I’d read it; read it I shall but this looks more like something I’ll be struggling to finish rather than racing through it. I just don’t care for doom & gloom books all that much. Ah well, you win some; you lose some.