I was prepared to give this book two to three stars, until I reached the ending. I guess I should have seen it coming, but, no, I was too busy letting Palahniuk screw with my head to realize that he could, and ultimately would, screw with it even further, the sort of screwing that isn't the least bit frightening but admittedly a little surprising, but maybe that was because I hadn't been paying attention. For a long time afer finishing it, I kept thinking about the whole thing, reading into it so much I couldn't sleep. What a read. So smart, at times so funny, and so utterly disgusting. This was my first Palahniuk book, and I was so deeply disgusted by it I immediately decided I would read all of his works. That's the kind of effect it had on me.