cnyreader 's review for:

In Watermelon Sugar by Richard Brautigan
2.0

Here's what I got from this book: our narrator with no name witnessed his parents being eaten by talking tigers and now that the tigers are all dead, he's writing the first book that's been written in a lifetime because he sucks at sculpting. Oh, and the sun shines a different color every day and they make everything out of watermelon sugar.

It reads very quickly and I didn't find answers to my myriad of questions, but don't let that stop you from reading it. Apparently, Brautigan wrote it after spending time in a commune. Perhaps that's all the answer that is necessary.

Food: acid trip. Maybe that's not really food, but it's something that's ingested, right?