This novel by Penn Jillette (from Penn & Teller) is more autobiography than fiction. There is a thin plot around the hero catching a serial killer, but the book is mostly rants from Penn which I enjoyed. The story is told from the point-of-view of a toy sock monkey which is a novel device. It is made even better at the end when we are told the sock monkey is a metaphor for god, i.e. an imaginary friend that you feel closer to than real people. I don't think I'm giving away anything because we had to be told the metaphor instead of it being demonstrated by the plot. It's a great idea--it's just too bad Penn didn't show it as part of a nicely developed plot rather than telling us his thoughts disguised as a novel.On a cool side note, I read this book on my new Kindle. At first I thought my Kindle was broken because random ink splotches appeared on a few of the early pages. Then I realized that Penn put fake printing press mistakes into the e-version to make it look more like a real book. Very cool.
