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favorite book of all time, Imagine Brian Lee O'Malley surrendering his masterpiece Scott Pilgrim series to Bob Dylan, Scott Adams and Jack Kerouac, The constraints are Scott Pilgrim is now a stoner who has mad cow disease, Ramona is a punk rock angel who flies in and out of Scott's life, and Wallace is a hypochondriac dwarf human.
They all take a road trip through the dirty South and face many a task, New Orleans blues legends, smile cults, eskimo rock bands, evil snowglobes and the occaisional viking gnome,

Take all that and multiply it by an infinite amount of quality quality that could outshine the cosmos and the small world in which we so live.


A refreshing depature for Bray, who commonly writes on matters most femme Victorian, It is a novel that will stay with you forever, guarenteed, The plot that surrounds Cameron Smith, Dulcie and Gonzo is one that many people would require years, if not decades to perfect because of it's intricacy and sheer ecclecticism.
Rarely does a story come along that is so refreshing, so beautiful, If you ever need to take a story with you to college just to read over and over again, take this along with a bit of Twain, Ballard, Bradbury and Satrapi.
You will never be alone, I really thought that I would love this book, It sounded like it was going to be funny, and sweet, and warm, and all kinds of great, But I think this is a rare case of just Too Much Shit, I could only get to pagesomething before I started skimming to the end, which was, well, not to my liking.
It seems like the ending kind of negates all the crazy stuff that happens in the book, All of it! What's the point, then, of having all the crazy in there

I don't know, Too much, too soon, and for me, it got old real quick,

AND THE TERM 'RENTS IS USED, That is my least favorite slang word of all time, Bray takes on the great Don Quixote and delivers more than a modern satire, She gives us a wild ride worthy of Alice in Wonderland and The Wizard of Oz that is not only fun and hilarious but moving and exceptionally written.
This novel is a monumental undertaking and somehow Bray accomplishes it,

In the beginning, I found Cameron wholly unrelatable, but Bray is so witty and has such a way with sarcastic metaphors and sneaking in description so you see and smell and hear and feel the book without it slowing down the plot that I didn't want to stop reading even though I didn't care about Cameron who was a total loser.
He's going nowhere at school, Gets fired from his job with good reason, Hates his family and they aren't too fond of his slackerness either, His only hobby seems to be to listen to music he hates so he can mock it, He's high at least once a week, Shows no hope, no responsibility, and elicits zero sympathy from me, But Bray managed to keep me interested in his story and smiling at her wit despite the fword coming out in every sentence.
Isn't it against some social norm to say the fword when you're talking about Disneyland

Just as I was getting turned off with the too modern feel references to WTF, 'rents, things like that in a story that didn't seem to go anywhere, Cameron develops madcow disease and starts his mental decline.
That's when he heads out on a mission to save himself and the world, On his travels, he takes a hypochondriac dwarf, picks up a talking garden gnome, and heads toward the happiest place on earth following clues of the seemingly random with help from a punkrock angel.
Yeah, it's that whacked.

I laughed and smiled through all his misadventures that were really the adventure in disguise, The way Bray weaved everything in his life from snow globes to cartoons into this adventure so that it was not only important but part of some grander metaphor for his life was utter genius.
I am in awe of Bray's creative power, Through his whole crazy adventure, you can laugh at this story for the slapstick humor or find that deep meaningful awareness of pot talk not that I've ever been there.


You know that feeling when you finish a book or a movie and you feel like something monumental has happened, but nothing's happened to you.
All you did was watch a movie or read a book, That's how I felt when I closed this book, which is pretty amazing that Bray made me experience the book on its terms.
But this book isn't for everyone, Just like you have to be in the right mood or the right person to appreciate Alice in Wonderland or The Wizard of Oz, you have to be there to appreciate this.
For all my disdain at the swearing and my initial turnoff to the character which ended up being necessary, for what the book accomplishes, I have to to say, "Wow.
That's a palindrome. " It's in the book.

Minor Spoilers in my symbolismhappy analysis:


Favorite quotes:
The best day of my life happened when I was five and almost died at Disney World.

Scoring well on tests is the sort of happy thing that gets the school district the greenbacks they crave.
Understanding and appreciating the material are secondary,
I've never done acid, finding it hard to go willingly to a place that could be frightening, hellish, and totally beyond my control.
A place much like high school,
For the record, our friend Chet King has read exactly three books in his life, but I'm not sure that sitting through The Happy Bunny Easy Reader twice should count.

Crosspollination of our educational experience,
Chet nods at me in that agesold macho greeting: I have acknowledge your existence, peon, Do not ask for more,
"You coming to the game, bro" "Can't, It's against my religion Apathy. "
Jena's ubergirl lair. No doubt any serial killer would take one look at the lavender walls covered with sensitive girl songwriter posters and dive out the window anyway.

All hail the suburban action hero,
Resigned, I trudge over to the register, wondering if girls can smell your total fear, like wolves or very experienced serial killers.

I've been poked and prodded in places I'd always prided myself on keeping untouched for that one special doctor who gives me a ring and a promise someday.

As a coping tool, denial is severely underrated,
He's decked out in full protective gear, . . like a giant medical paranoia snowman or some eccentric pop star addicted to bizarre fashion choices,
Had they eaten each other in a druginduced, hatefueled orgy of excessthe dark side of celebrity,
There are several Dr, Aholes who come in here every day to scribble on my chart and poke with sharp objects so they can collect points for their Sadistic Scout Badges, but so far, no Dr.
X.
The waitress takes note of his Little Person status, It's like it stalls out for a minute and she needs to reboot, but the forced smile comes back,
Gonzo shakes his head like I'm giving him Bubonic Plague in jewelry form,
Gonzo's revving as hard as an engine, like he doesn't know whether to be more freaked out about getting in the van with a bunch of possible serial killers or to take his chances alone on the side of a road in Godonlyknowswhere, Mississippi.

You're guaranteed the same experience every single time, And you're having the same experience as everybody else, It cuts down on things like dissatisfaction, envy, competitiveness, longing, regret, All that bad stuff.
I am special special people do not die,
I want to help you find what I've found, Here, have a key chain,
They say it might take twentyfour hours to fix the smoothie machine:, That's like a lifetime!
I think about dying every day, because I can't stop thinking about living,
Tara looks at him like he's just said all babies should be euthanized,
As a kind, I imagined lots of different scenarios for my life, I would be an astronaut, Maybe a cartoonist. A famous explorer or rock star, Never once did I see myself standing under the window of a house belonging to some druggie named Carbine, waiting for his yard gnome to steal his stash so I could get a cab back to a cheap motel where my friend, a neurotic, deathobsessed dwarf, was waiting for me so we could get on the road to an undefined place and a mysterious Dr.
X, who would cure me of mad cow disease and stop a band of dark energy from destroying the universe.

The world's most bada Viking yard gnome is on the counter by the cash register using a dinner plates as a shield and a steak knife as a sword.

I thought I was having an existential crisis, but it was nothing,
Please don't tailgate: body in trunk,
The air smells like it's just been born,
Here. Now This. This is it, cowboy. The whole ride. Pay attention.
It's got enough megawatts lighting to give a space station lightbulb envy,
It's the whole damn unfairness of it all, Like I'm just starting to understand how amazing this whole crazy ride is going to be and now it's coming to an end.

When it comes, her kiss is like something not so much felt as found,
Vikings. Not great with subtlety.
I realize I'm really tired, But a good tired, like I've spent all day at the beach,
Who but the mad would choose to keep on living In the end, aren't we all just a little crazy.