genuinely one of the freakiest books ive ever read, the kind that's short and easily formatted enough to keep you rooted through one sitting but in that singular sitting makes your very essence feel scrambled. like gerald's own consciousness, this work feels like the literary equivalent of the sunset.gif, of the disintegration of form and sense and meaning to be left with the nonsensical code of existence. this book is like a study of why things have given forms and questions what we are left with when the shape of our self is lost. 

in other words: the definition of a biblically accurate novel.