My Heart Is a Chainsaw

Man, I'm torn on this one. I really, really wanted to like this, so I probably went into this with inflated expectations and finished with a profound sense of disappointment. This book spent way too much time on certain elements, ran at least 50 pages too long, and ended as if the author just got tired of it. It swayed wildly between some kind of North American magical realism and old-school dark comedy, but never landed anywhere. This had so much promise and the main character was the only thing that kept me turning pages, even though I wish I hadn't.