I read most of this book on a twelve hour flight. Thankfully, it was an international flight and the lukewarm pilsners were easy to come by. However, if you are going to undertake this book at home, you have more options. I will warn you that the protagonist is a drunk. I will also warn you that his drink of choice is Southern Comfort. Straight. To really do this book justice, I would have to say that you just need to buy a handle of SoCo when you pick up the paperback and store them together. Whenever you sit down to read, just tug on the bottle. If done correctly, the last swig should line up nicely with the last page.
But...
I fucking hate Southern Comfort, and I think too highly of most of you to suggest that you subject yourself to such inhumane literary libations. So let's consider your other options shall we? You could just drink whatever you have on hand, so you can really focus on the book (which is really very good), without worrying about a special trip to the store. Or you could really over do it and try to be as varied and off the wall cracked as the story. I recommend the later; let your palate be as surprised as your brain by each new development. Go to your local liquor mart . Fork over $20. Ask for as many assorted mini bottles as you can get for $20. Put them all in a paper bag and draw them randomly, as needed. Enjoy the book and the grab bag, and be sure to savor all of it, since everything really does matter. At least I think it does...
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