This book is absurd. And by absurd, I mean slapstick, and kind of hectic and frantic. I suppose it would be more polite to call it "quirky." Whatever you want to call it, I found it grating and disorienting and ultimately unforgivable (I stopped reading after the "I love spicy food!" scene) to constantly have objects, people, and plot devices suddenly appear out of nowhere. When an explanation is given at all for an out-of-the-blue left turn, or a questionable motive, it is explained minimally, with what feels like a wink and a shrug to the reader: half apology, half acknowledgement that this is a nonsensical joyride through the author's imagination.