The Never-Ending Ramblings...

How could i forget?

Chuck Palahnuik. I forgot him. Well, not him. But his books. I have two. One borrowed from Blake, and the other purchased by Blake. I listened to a prodcast of Chuck reading his Fight Club. I fell in love. What a style. Now, I’m reading Diary and another whose title escapes me. Tales by Chuck stranger than fiction…

I’ve noticed, his style suits readings. Like the prodcast. Its as though the narrator is talking to you. Like you guys are at a coffee shop – not starbucks, but a local shop, drinking a dark house blend – black no sugar please. And he – or she – whomever the narrator is – sits across from you, sipping on his espresso, fidgeting. His fingers keep reaching into the front shirt pocket of his brooks brothers shirt. He longs for the day when smoking was allowed inside restaurants and libraries. Telling you his story, you loose track of time and can’t even recall the music being played over the PA system. Interesting, weird, dark, must soak it up stuff. That’s what Chuck Palahnuik is to me.

How could i forget to snag one of those books from my bedside table this morning?