I resisted this novel when I saw that it was an at least somewhat comedic novel about suicide. I put it down for a time and only picked it up when I was aching for a decent read. The book is very well conceived and written. The chapters mark the number of days left until Clementine ends her life. I hit a point about halfway through when I began to experience a different kind of resistance. I didn't want to lose Clementine, myself. I'd grown rather fond of her, despite her desecration of perfectly good tea ware. So I read on, but with a sense of dread growing with each passing day. I don't want to give anything away, but it is not an obvious novel. It's a good one, and well worth reading. Enjoy.