This book will piss people off and, honestly, rightly so, it’s ending can feel annoying and unfulfilling without direction and reason. I say this knowing recommending this book to someone carries that risk. But if you’re willing to take the risk on that feeling, you may come out with something else.
This book almost drove me to tears and I couldn’t really tell you why, I stayed up in a blind hysteria in the early hours of the night to finish this book, and finished a emotionally spent man. I honestly love this book, it’s not perfect, but its damn near close to me. I love Christmas Terror: Invisible X Inventor.
I really dont know how can I evaluate this book. Its such a strange read; got captivated by the narrative, but the insertions keeps getting you in some estranged position as a being called reader, when the universe of what it speaks only is brought at yourself by this force of human expression, that vomits its words through the flow of prose. Much more than a story, this is a book that manifests some kind of ulterior motive of what it feels like to write sometimes. Its kinda of a unique experience in its way.