An overdose delivers the 13-year-old narrator of Chuck Palahniuk’s new novel straight to perdition, where she finds a veritable Breakfast Club of cohorts (cheerleader, jock, nerd, punk rocker) to cavort with in the maze of eternity. By turns hilarious and disturbing, the author’s twisted vision of Hell isn’t filled with flames and brimstone so much as dandruff and toenail clippings in a hilarious, impious reinterpretation of Dantean tropes.