As if I needed another reason to hate all the people who went to Comic Con 2013 instead of me, I was devastated/thrilled to hear that Chuck Palahniuk, author of Fight Club, will be writing a sequel to his bestseller. In graphic novel format.

Whoa, whoa, WHOA.

Upon reading this news, my brain threw its (non-literal) hands in the air, slammed the front door, drove away, and has spent the last 6 weeks at a yoga retreat in Sonoma. In other words, I’m having a hard time processing that my favorite book of the twentieth century is going to have a fucking sequel.

I am Jack’s sense of obliviousness.

I know I’m breaking the first rule, but let’s talk about how frickin amazing this book was and how ballsy Palahniuk is to be writing a sequel. AS A GRAPHIC NOVEL.

3 reasons why Fight Club kicks ass:

1. Tyler Durden/the narrator kick ass (sometimes literally).

2. It discusses a late twentieth century post modern view of masculinity and the expectations for men in a modern world.

3. Palahniuk gives a giant middle finger to societal and literary expectations by creating an antisocial, combative, mentally ill main character that is nevertheless likable.