It's a short book, finished it in one night.
And then began to wonder: "where the hell has this book been all my life?"
Because every once in a while, somebody brings me my lunch tray and my meds and he has a black eye or his forehead is swollen with stitches, and he says:
"We miss you Mr. Durden."
Or somebody with a broken nose pushes a mop past me and whispers:
"Everything's going according to the plan."
Whispers:
"We're going to break up civilisation so we can make something better out of the world."
Whispers:
"We look forward to getting you back."
Everything in the book's sad, hilarious, disgusting, bitter, and yet very, very true.
I'm out looking for more of Palahniuk's titles.
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