Just finished this book at around midnight yesterday, I’ve been reading it for a few days. I don’t know quite how to sum it up, it’s impossible, pure Hunter S. Thompson genius. Dr. Gonzo at his best.

I’ll be honest, I was a bit nervous reading it, because drugs aren’t exactly… my thing. Someone writing a book with a head full of acid sounded like some crazy to me, and I didn’t expect to like it very much. Well, I was half right, half wrong. The guy’s crazy. Crazy genius. And I loved it. Very, very much.

It’s so trippy and fantastic you start to wonder how it’s labelled non-fiction. I kept on having to check the back of the book. Non-fiction/Journalism. Hm. Never fails to shock me.

It’ll make you laugh, think, smirk, gasp, and blink with utter confusion. Pure genius reeking through the pages.

P.S. —I’m starting to read The Rum Diary now. I’ve bought the ticket, and I’m taking the ride. xP