Worst. Book.

I very rarely stop reading a book that I have started. In fact I can only think of three times this has happened. The first was a book by Joseph Campbell (I think) about myths and I got really frustrated and "shouty". *cough*idiot*cough*. The second was Kite Runner, which may surprise people because it's such a popular, moving, blah-de-blah book. But I got to a point in it and I was just sick with what was happening and what I knew was coming next, and I couldn't continue. And the third time was the book on the right.

I love Douglas Coupland. I own and cherish many of his other books. I love his characters, his imagination, his heightened reality. But this one was too rough. It wasn't just that the language was explicit and raunchy. Everything just felt way too extreme, too over-the-top. It felt like it was trying to be explicit just to be explicit. Granted I only made it through a couple dozen pages, but the ick never went away. I just felt slimey and uncomfortable reading it. Like I needed a bath. And an old priest and a new priest.

Boo-urns Mr. Coupland. Boo-urns.
-Lisa