I'm kind of at a loss for words here. I loved this book - I loved it a lot - but I don't know if I actually enjoyed it very much, if that makes sense. It was surreal, and satirical, both of which are genres I'm iffy about, but in this case it worked for me. I don't know why, though. And that's okay. Sometimes books are just experiences, and what you feel about an experience can be good, or bad, or both, and there doesn't need to be a reason why.