Sometimes when you finish a work of non-fiction, your first reaction goes something like -- was this actually good? Or was it just a recounting of some actually crazy events? Would "Running with Scissors" have been as compelling if Augusten Burroughs had led a boring vanilla childhood?
As it turns out, Nate Barber really is that good. Perceptive yet introspective, he adds just enough to whip the truly mundane up into shocking absurdity, but is gentle enough to tamp the truly shockingly absurd back down to dark humor. Well worth the read.