Choke by Chuck Palahniuk was like a train wreck for me, but I'll try to refrain from
getting too personal while I assess it. The narrator is a young man in
a 12-step program for his sexual addiction, but the program only serves
to fuel his addiction. His mother is in a nursing home, starving to
death, and he isn't sure he cares. When he learns the secret of his
birth from his mother's doctor, his life changes--he is, we learn,
descended from Jesus Christ. As the narrator struggles with his new
identity, he comes closer and closer to being able to complete that
vital fourth step of the twelve.
I enjoyed the narration, although some of the quirks were overdone at times. Some of the minor characters were flat, but the narrator, his best friend, and his mother were all richly portrayed. The end of this book left me cold. I did appreciate the glimpse into the mind of a sex addict, and it made me understand that particular addiction better than I did before reading the novel. Reading this right after The Bell Jar, though, has made me feel like I've been under assault.* My sister loaned me Twilight,** which I suspect may be a little, em, how shall I say it without sounding like a snob? Well, light, for my taste, but really, that may be what I need right now. Any other suggestions that might bring a ray of joy into my reading world again?
* Mind you, I adore The Bell Jar. But still, a joyful read, it ain't.
**She loaned it to me because I asked her for it.