This is, without question, the most “wtf did I just read” book I’ve ever stumbled upon.
It would honestly be easier to list the triggers this book doesn’t have than the ones it does. Beautifully written, but deeply disturbing in the best way. Brutus, Alan, and Ron are some of the most messed up, completely original characters I’ve ever encountered. Their banter and wordplay are unfathomably twisted yet weirdly brilliant. The story constantly kept me guessing. The fourth-wall breaks were executed perfectly, and those little nuggets of “wisdom”? Totally deranged, but they stick with you. Would I read this book again? Probably not. Would I read another from this author? Absolutely.