A novel: Diary by Chuck Palahniuk

So far I've read about 3 days of the story and it's promisingly disturbing. I'm trying to contain my glee although I know I shouldn't be excited about anything written by him, especially since his short story Guts rendered me ill. I'm not joking, I actually had to put the book down in mid-read to wait for the nausea to pass. Diary seems to be a short read, it's quite a skinny book, but with so many things I have to sort out this month (I may have to fly to Melbourne at the end of September), I doubt I'll have enough solitude time to be able to enjoy it. I shall have to postpone its reading till I can give it my undivided attention. I'll look for Fight Club if I like this one.