I've thought about this for a long time, and I'm still not sure what to say about it. It took me nearly five months to read, and I think the only other book I've ever spent so long reading (without abandoning it) was The Red Badge of Courage my freshman year in high school. It wasn't that I put it down for several weeks without reading, either; I was picking it up fairly regularly almost that whole time, but it just took so long to get through. I'd read fifteen or twenty pages at a time and have to stop, and at least once a page, it seemed, I'd reach the end of a sentence and have forgotten what the beginning was. It is a funny book--but to call it "one of the funniest books ever written" seems misleading to me, because it is not that kind of funny. It's clever and biting and humorous, certainly, but it's also dark and bewildering and horrifying. I can't even say whether or not I liked it, because "like" just doesn't seem like the right word. I appreciated it, admired it, absolutely. I'm glad I read it, especially because it's been on my list for a long time. I've heard that it should really be read twice, and I don't know if I'll ever want to do that, but you never know.