I had been extremely excited for this book, as I enjoy both horror and experimental literature. The reality of it, however, was a book I had to force myself to pick up. I understand the ties between Johnny Truant's writing in the footnotes and the contents of the Navidson record, but I found them tiring to read. Some became mildly enjoyable as the book progressed, but overall I found his ramblings about his sexual exploits and substance use (and his admittance to lying about some of them) tedious at best.

There were some parts of this book I enjoyed, but they were few and far between.

I understand many people love this book, but for me, the dedication of this book was accurate; it was not for me.