Skönt det var och träna idag, körde slut på mig själv totalt, svettig, armarna brände och benen darrade när jag gick ner för trappan. Lovely. Kommer sova gott ikväll. Har jag berättat om boken jag läser? Den är helt sjuk, jag menar sjuk. Samma författare som skrev "Fight Club" (Chuck Palahniuk) och den heter ""Pygmy". Den är skriven ganska robotiskt d.v.s huvudpersonen spottar ut felaktig synonymer s.k "meningar", men detta gör hela boken. Tar lite tid att komma in i, den är hysteriskt rolig och avskyvärd samtidigt.

Kontentan:

Agent Number 67, nicknamed Pygmy for his diminutive size, arrives in the United States from his totalitarian homeland (a mash-up of North Korea, Cuba, Communist-era China, and Nazi-era Germany), as an "exchange student" into the welcoming arms of his Simpsons-spinoff Midwestern host family. Host "cow father" (he works in the biological weapons complex outside of town), "chicken neck mother","pig dog brother", and the disconcertingly self-possessed "cat sister" introduce Pygmy into the rituals of postmodern American life, which he views with utter contempt. Along with his fellow operatives, all indoctrinated into the mindset of the totalitarian state, he is planning something big, something truly, truly awful, that will bring this big dumb country and its fat, dumb inhabitants to their knees. Pygmy is a comedy. It is also Chuck Palahniuk's finest, most ambitious novel since Fight Club.