This has so much voice it makes me want to puke.
And I laughed so hard reading this, while I had the kind of post-flu cough that makes you feel and sound like a dying yak (because really, everyone knows yaks are the most pathetic animal, even their name sounds like an accident or punishment of some kind, depending on who actually named the ridiculous creatures…anyway, I laughed so much it activated my yak-cough-death-rattle so badly) that I almost puked.
Anithero? Check. And not an almost antihero. Nope. Consistent from start to end. So consistent I now hate every novel I’ve ever written so much that I want to go puke. While confronting my own inadequacy and inability to light even a tiny match beside the bonfires of the greats is a daily part of my writing life, I prefer not to be reminded of it in such a brutal, soul-crippling way, mostly because it makes me want to puke.
The side characters are eccentric and neurotic and unexpectedly lovable. (=puke)
I’d read this again, and it would probably be better. But I already feel queasy thinking about it. This might have been all the awesome I can consume for now without my head exploding, which would make all of you puke.
So to summarize, this novel is puke-worthy at the most intense levels, and I recommend it to everyone with a strong stomach, not because it’s gory or something stupid like that. Just because it’s so freaking amazing it will wreak havoc on your previously simple, book-nerdish life in the most delightful but stomach-twisty-makes-you-want-to-yak kind of ways.