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Jesus, that was treacherous. I had this book as a loan from the library on my Kindle, and for three weeks I forced myself to read a little each day. I bribed myself with rewards. "Read three more pages, and you can have a beer!" I made it to 28%. This morning, I got an email that my library loan had expired. I clapped. I am so happy that this pretentious asshole of a narrator is no longer occupying the innocent, vulnerable memory of my Kindle. Goodbye, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. I'll never know how you end, and I wouldn't have it any other way.