the comparisons to woody allen films and lena dunham’s recommendation made me want to hate the first bad man. then, the protagonist’s rampant, twisted sexual fantasies made me want to hate the book. but i just couldn’t do it. the wackiness was too alluring. i had to keep reading and find out what odd thing happened next. however, at one point, i had to stop reading every few pages to rant to my friend about the absurdity of this book.