This book is one of those things that has me fondly reminiscing. Not that it is intentional by the author, or that any other reader will experience the same thing.
One thing in specific that I was reminiscing about (in the blood-in-your-feces-tonight kind of way) was grade school lessons of what a story should and should not be, and the many times I was corrected on the fact I didn't get it. This book is like a drama of those textbook rules personified and working out the ridiculousness of themselves in a story in and of itself. I wish I had had this to read when I was 8.
The characters discussing the author himself was so funny and so smart and seems so impossible. I wouldn't be able to do it myself, it would end up being a mess of terribly self-defecating (and deprecating) jokes. It works so well that I think the story would just be 'cute' without that aspect tied in. It makes the book personal and personable, instead of just satirical.
Despite the experimental style, the story was good, as were the characters. In the end, that’s what really matters.
My favorite part of the whole book is the "I'm going to tear out your eyes and ejaculate into the sockets" Replace ejaculate with 'ejaculate blood' and I've said that myself to a friend or two.