I wasn't sure what to expect going into this book. I had seen a lot of mixed reviews, so I think I expected a very serious haunted house story. Man, Fuck This House is very much a parody, and the house's problems are a little different than you'd expect. Where haunted house stories personify the buildings the characters occupy, Man, Fuck This House takes this up a notch.

The characters themselves are your atypical 2.5 children (literally, as our mother, Sabrina states early on) white middle class family you tend to see in these things. Sabrina is a stay at home mother of 2, her younger son more than a little strange, and husband Hal she doesn't think too hard on her feelings for. She has a nice life. A nice, boring life. Until they move to Jackson Hill's suburbia.

I think overall, this book started out fine, through its building I found myself really digging it, and then its climax went a little mad, which I could handle but it was certainly odd, and had several moments of such tonal whiplash from the rest of the book that I closed it out wondering what the point really was? I just don't know I loved how that played out.

That said, I'd call my rating a 3.25, because overall I enjoyed the story. I wouldn't reread it though. And I'm going to count this as read because I don't feel called to read those extraneous short stories the reprint added in. I really have to be in the right mood to read short stories and I very much am not there right now. Maybe I'll go back and read them later on, though.