Going Bovine - Libba Bray Wowww alright. I really don't know where to start. It was like Alice in Wonderland and Catcher in the Rye combined or something. I loved it – but I have a feeling that it's one of those books that I'll, like, recommend to someone and they'll be like "WTF? Brigid, how on earth could you like this book?" Okay, so it is about this kid with mad cow disease who has to save the world from evil fire giants ... which I know sounds totally bizarre. Wait, it is totally bizarre. But somehow, when you're reading it, it doesn't seem so weird. In fact, it's very addicting; I kept thinking about this book when I wasn't reading it, and wishing that I was reading it ... You get what I mean.So this is why it was good: First of all, it was really funny. There were a lot of parts that made me laugh out loud. :) But it wasn't really a comedy. There was some substance to it, and some serious life-death themes.Also, the characters were great. Loved 'em all. Cameron was a really great narrator – very realistic, very believable, and consistent in tone. What I love about Libba Bray's books is that she takes risks. I adore the Gemma Doyle trilogy ... and I admit, when I heard about this book for the first time I was a little like "Ehh ... That sounds sorta dumb. But hopefully it will be good, cuz it's ... you know ... Libba Bray". And although Going Bovine was waaaay different from Gemma Doyle, it was similar in that it had a lot of stuff that was pretty "out there". I like that Bray has the courage to just write this whacko stuff and be very in-your-face about it. I like that. I also wonder how the hell she comes up with this stuff. A lot of books try too hard to be "different", but Libba Bray's books actually are, without seeming too pretentious, which is awesome. :)And wow, the ending was like totally mind-blowing. It was one of those endings that had me staring at the last page for like five minutes straight feeling like my brain had exploded into a million pieces. And then I went back and had to read the last two chapters or so over again, and then I had to think about it for like two hours afterward. And now I think I understand it. I think the idea was that our lives are actually existing in like an infinite amount of dimensions, like everything that has happened, is happening, will happen, and could happen are all existing in one instant (sorta like that Slaughterhouse-Five, Tralfamadorian time concept thing ...) and we're all insane and delusional, but it doesn't really matter as long as we're happy in whatever dimension we think we're in. Ok, so it makes more sense in my head. But it's still cool. :)