The Book With the Greatest Influence on My Writing

What'd do you mean I have to explain myself?

Alright, I will:

A. It's suspenseful. (Synopsis: There's a monster at the end of the book, and every turn of the page brings you ever closer to his monstrousness). You will literally shit yourself. Literally. You being like two years old.

B. Grover breaks the fourth wall. He talks with you, the reader. What, metafiction? Who wrote this, Borges?

C. Grover is better than Elmo any day of the week. Grover won't talk down to you like you're a fucking retard whose mother attempted a third trimester back alley with a rusty coat hanger soaked with beer.

D. Twist Ending.