We had split opinions on this book--Robert and I disliked it, but Charity and Megan liked it quite a bit. The prose is punchy and sort of pulpy. It chugs along at a quick pace, but where it went was a bit weird.
Discussed our first Palahniuk (pronounced "Paula-Nick" apparently) at Bryan Street Tavern. Best place yet. They've got plenty of room--we took up one of the couch sections inside. They've got pizza, and they've got drinks. Also, they have Connect4 and Jenga, which I recommend playing drunk as we did.
The descriptions of colors are almost worth reading the book for:
"It's green, but not the green of a lime, more the green of a key lime pie...not the green of an avocado, but more the green of avocado bisque topped with a paper-thin sliver of lemon, served ice cold in a yellow Sevres soup plate. It's green the way a pool table with green felt looks under the yellow 1 ball, not the way it looks under the red 3."