Can’t really get this post started, so I’ll get to it. To hell with proper writing when you can’t write.
You’re not going to be able to read this book it you can’t stand weird things, it’ll drive you crazy. For the rest, this is quite a fun read. It’s one of those books you can’t place in any genré — but if forced I’d put this one into the Fantasy section.
You have a guy called Alan, or Albert, or Alex, or any other name you can think of beginning with ‘A’. His life is strange to say the least — his father’s a mountain and his mother’s a washing machine. His siblings are similarly named, and I’m not getting into their varied details here. He loves a girl with wings, generally tries to help people, and at present his pet project is setting up free (as in beer) distributed wireless Internet access across a city.
The book goes surprisingly quiet on the characters, you never get to know what they are. They themselves don’t get to know. It just goes on like any normal book would — a fact that makes it even more fun to read. There are several great moments, but there are moments where even I got slightly exasperated at what was going on.
I love the fact that Alan bought a house, loving planned and executed every little detail and spent months on furnishing it just to have a space to write a book. It got me thinking on craftsmanship, expect a post if I get around to writing one.
Then there’s the fact that the book’s under a Creative Commons license (Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs); you can download & print it legally. You can even sell it if you’re from some parts of the world. Though you should preferably buy it.