April was obviously Palahniuk month
“I knew from experience that no matter how much you turn things in your head, trying to make sense of them, some people just defy all logic.”
Rigor mortis, FYI
“Ask any writer: the true moment of birth is when the FedEx envelope is ripped open and a book is fully midwifed into the world.”
— Douglas Coupland on an author’s first time (to get published, what else)
I have 70 days to read these #books
Tell-All: The Novelized Biography of Liz Taylor?
I found this far less sinister as the cover may have suggested and far less hilarious as the blurbs made it out to be. With “Are you there, Satan? It’s me, Madison” framing every chapter, the Judy Blume reference (“Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret”) was not lost on me. If this was meant as a tribute, it quite literally is a hellish one.
See, I was intrigued by the Dante-esque descent to the depths of hell and all those descriptions of demons that walked the earth (and the bottomless pit). I even hoped for a moment it would have profound, dreamlike Sandman sequences. But apparently that was too much to hope for.
If I wanted to read outrageous YA fantasy/horror, I could’ve just picked up “Twilight” instead, not any expectation-setting Palahniuk title. And I swore I’d never touch Meyer’s stuff again.
As nightmarish as the cover is (disturbed @jtmtzrwj for days), I like this the most after “Fight Club.”