Chucky P. is one of my favorite authors. Sometimes I like what he says, and sometimes I just like the way he says it. Either way he keeps me interested. I had just finished re-reading one of his best - Invisible Monsters, shortly followed by Fight Club. In some airport somewhere I ran out of book and needed a new one so I picked up Diary: A Novel. I won't go into the details of the book - you can hit up the Amazon link, but I will say that it was ok. It kept me interested and had some truly original ideas in it, but I just never really cared for anyone all that much in the book. Plus, I'm not sure that I got it. I might have gotten it, but if I did there was not much to get. So in conclusion, I give it a rousing 'meh'.
Edit: I just read the above post and had images of my mom and brother scribbling all over their monitors with red pen correcting my grammar. Mr. Miksic would just be happy that I am typing.
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