This may be my least favourite Palahniuk novel. It’s not that it’s bad, it’s very enjoyable. It’s just it’s one of the few novels which has no emotional resolution for the main character, or even the promise of resolution. No matter how fucked-up the things that go on in Palahniuk’s books, there usually is some redemption, however dark. Not here though. Also, his books usually revolve around a common theme, even if there is no explicit moral or message. Lullaby felt looser. A road trip story that’s all road with no destination.