Confusion has never been so captivating.  I had a blast with this book, and I felt the desperate need to delve more into the unorthodox lives of the characters the further I got into the story.  But I didn’t love it.  And I really wanted to.  But I couldn’t.

The thing about me is I love horror surrealism, or just any general spooky weirdness.  Normal doesn’t work for me, never has, never will.  This book certainly amped up the odd factor, and I will never be one to complain about that.  I loved that the author did not adhere to a traditional form of storytelling and was not afraid to write this in the exact format she saw fit.  Screw the rules.  I have respect for that.

However, it just felt a bit anticlimactic for me?  Which is an odd thing to say, given the story is primarily built on twists and turns that are said to be unexpected.  Said twists were not poorly done, not in the slightest, but they were, at least for me, unsurprising.  As I’ve always said, a story does not have to have shocking turns of events in order to be great.  It is beautifully written, a bit jumbled at times, but still gorgeous.  It’s just that for a tale that boasts itself as shocking and full of secrets- these were not hard for me to figure out, almost right off the bat.

Something is terribly wrong with the house on Needless Street, where Ted lives with his cat, Olivia, and his daughter, Lauren.  Mind you, events do end in a dark matter, but before that, they are going to get rather puzzling. I didn’t full grasp Dee’s part in the story, either.  It’s not that it was pointless, but in my opinion, it was not needed.

Lots of pros, lots of cons.  I get what was trying to be done here, I just think I myself would’ve done it a bit differently.  That being said, I do not feel as though my time was wasted, and I think I’ll be referring to dogs as “brouhahas” and humans as “teds” for a long while.