After reading Haunted, I was hooked on Palahniuk. I already know what to expect, when I go into reading his next book now, after reading Haunted, Diary and watching Fight Club. He is one sick twisted bastard who uses his knowledge of the world, history, and biology to make the Diary come to life. Starting off leaving the reader confused, the Diary gets you attached to it. The plot is twisted even though through-out the whole book he is hinting at what is really going to happen. All the signs, and warnings are everywhere, yet you will be more than dumbfounded when the conclusion takes place. The reading is pretty easy aside from bits of medical jargon describing face muscles during the novel. Palahniuk puts you right there with the main character with his vivid use of words that make the story grab you by the neck and bring you into it. Having a fascination with seashore towns myself, and antipathy for all artist who wallow in their own self-pity, I loved this book. It was a short read for my quick spring break. The events that occur throughout the novel are confusing, but enough to just want to keep reading on. A mystery novel with out any non-sense about detective work. He uses supreme knowledge when explaining certain situations or occurences, especially when it came to where they got certain colors of paint from in order to pain the Sistine Chapel. This novel almost seems real when he goes over and over the fact that most people only truly accomplish something when they suffer. I don't want to give away anymore, go pick up Diary by Palahniuk, 4.5 out of 5. I took .5 off because it is a little far fetched.
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