Quite possibly the funniest fucking book that I have ever had the pleasure of reading. It's the kind of book that you would burst out in belly laughs.

Written by John Kennedy Toole, published in 1980. The story is set in New Orleans in the early 60's and tells a story of Ignatius J. Reilly, a middle aged man still living at his mother's house.

It's a down right hilarous novel that ANY reader can quickly get into. It picks up fast and is a complete joy.

Check it out!