Hated it. Then loved it. It was recommended by a hipster friend (very hipster), and a chapter in I almost gave up. I’m glad I didn’t. The writing could be described as early 80s meta Chuck Palahniuk. Lots of sex, redheads, ramblings on love and how to make it last and philosophical ideas about cigarette cartons. This book definitely wouldn’t be for all readers, but I enjoyed the trippy trip through it.