Christopher Moore's A Dirty Job is just perfect. Quirky, delightful, hilarious in a zany sort of way, and comedically dark. Imagine a cross between Neil Gaiman, Douglas Adams and Monty Python, set in in modern day San Francisco with a fantastical plotline. I read it over the past couple months as my escapist "let's avoid work and drink wine and read funny things" time.
The bloodred lacquered Eldo slid around the corner, tires screaming like flaming peacocks, hubcaps spinning off toward the curb, engine roaring, spewing blue smoke out of the rear wheel wells like a flatulent dragon.
If you need any more convincing than that, this book's not for you.