I have no idea how book clubs work but I don’t care really. I just like to read. Our first assignment (er, is that what you call it?) is Chuck Palahniuk’s Invisible Monsters. I’ve been looking for this book for quite some time now but due to some rotten luck, I always leave a book store disappointed because they never have it in stock! Until, of course, I dropped by another Power Books store and (luckily) found one copy neatly stacked behind Palahniuk’s other novels–Haunted and Snuff.
I’m not done reading the book yet but I know I’ll enjoy this novel. The first few chapters already reflect the Palahniuk that I adore–fast-paced, flamboyant and brutally honest. In contrast to another favorite, Haruki Murakami, Palahniuk writes like it’s nobody’s business. With his works, don’t expect him to romanticize words or linger upon phrases.
If Palahniuk’s writing doesn’t excite you already, the book by the way tells the story of a female model who ends up with a terribly disfigured face, changing her life forever. A journey about finding one’s identity, the book doesn’t strive to scratch the surface of conceitedness, vanity or self-worth–it smashes them wide open.
“When we don’t know who to hate, we hate ourselves.”