I had to go all out and commission an actual stamp of approval, just for this book. It's an outline of me riding an ancient Megatherium, whilst pulling off a wicked king pigeon pose and giving two thumbs up. At least that's what it's supposed to be; it's kinda hard to tell. I should have listened when the artist said it was too complicated (read: awesome) for a stamp. Anyway, this book totally deserves it! After I finished John Dies at the End, I was in one of those morose sort of states that happens at the end of a really good book, you know? Yeah, you know. In the intervening time since then, I've had my eye out for anything remotely similar, and this is the first thing that has been. Of course, I don't mean to imply this is just a void filler for that book. Whatever crazily addictive new category of fiction this book represents, it's either at or near the bleeding edge. This is serious quality right here, is what I'm saying.