Soy Sauce Is My New Religion

"We're talking a tentacled flying lamp-fucker, Dave. What are you prepared to call unlikely?"

And that's all you need to know about JOHN DIES AT THE END by David Wong.

Besides the fact that it's insane. Dark. Funny as shit. Horrifying. Dimension-hopping. Monstrous.

Retarded.

(And don't get your P.C. panties all in a bunch, tightwad. Wong threads that word all through the book and it's meant exactly the way you meant it when you were in eighth grade.)

[In fact, now I sorta hate myself for even providing that disclaimer. When did all the wordsies start coming with those, anyway?]

† Digression.

Just buy the damned book. Hate your own face for not writing it first. Then pre-order its THIS BOOK IS FULL OF SPIDERS sequel. Then wait feverishly for the movie (with Paul Giamatti. VOD December, theatrical Jan. 2013).

You'll thank me. I mean, Wong. But also John.

And possibly never look at a bottle of Kikkoman soy sauce the same way again.

Or an Irish setter.