I promise to remember that making promises is always a mistake
So. Yesterday I finished a book, and it was a pretty good book. It was entitled "John Dies at the End", by a man named David Wong. Not quite coincidentally, it is also about a man called David Wong, his friend John, and a number of their escapades. It is, however, not at all autobiographical; the name is a pseudonym and the story is in no way presented as truth... some quotes will get this message across fairly well:
“We’re talking about a tentacled flying lampfucker, Dave. What are you prepared to call unlikely?”
And also:
"There’s something I don’t trust about the way she exploded and then came back from the dead like that.”
I should probably add that these are not random non-sequitars out of context: the book is advertised as somewhat of a cross genre horror/comedy, I believe one comment describes Wong's writing as a cross between Stephen King and Douglas Adams. Personally, while that is a somewhat apt description, a better one comes to mind because more than anything else I'm reminded of Neil Gaiman's writing.
But anyway. What with exploding dogs, satanic possessions, interdimensional travel, sex, drugs, rock & roll and more penis jokes than you can shake some sort of phallic object at; it's definitely worth a read.
Oh, and did I forget to mention it can be read for free online? because you can totally just click that link and start reading!
Admittedly, it's fairly long and reading it on a laptop isn't great, partially because I prefer to read curled up in bed and it's hard to do that comfortably with a large hunk of plastic. So yeah, if you like reading, or being entertained, give it a click.
Anyway. It's pretty good to be home, some drinking and various other shenanigans going on all around, so besides the rather lengthy rant about a book I read on the interweb, I haven't a lot to say.
