I'm not sure exactly why I like Chuck Palahniuk's novels as much as I do. Nearly every time I finish reading one I feel a certain amount of disgust for the entire human race. Choke is no exception to this. The protagonist spends the novel sexual addiction meetings to meet women and routinely pretends to choke to death in order to find sympathetic Samaritans he can later take advantage of. He also thinks he might be the Messiah. Yet he still comes across as sympathetic somehow, and the reading of the book just feels cathartic.
Next up, Sunset and Sawdust by one of my favorites, Joe R. Lansdale