I started off really enjoying it--imagine all of the weird, quirky, gross, random thoughts that you've had, that you're pretty sure people would ostracize you for, and this is them in a book. It was funny, and weird, and I really like that. However, after awhile it started seeming like the weirdness was forced at times, and the appreciation wore off. After about 45 pages or so I mostly finished it for the sake of finishing it, but I really loved those first 45 pages.