19 boooooks

xx. less than zero, bret easton ellis
the first thing i could think of to compare this book was like an older catcher in the rye, but on crack. kindof depressing when the most positive thing in the book is that the main character eventually shows revulsion to abhorrent things. also if they were going to be taking drugs all the time i kinda want to know whether they actually have effects or not, because it seemed like there was not much difference nor addiction, just bleeding noses. the writing was nothing special, in that way didn't compare with salinger.

xxi. possession, a.s. byatt
pfft, a marathon. and i didn't even read all of it. well i read it but i flicked through large parts of it. it was seriously 3 books in one, and i was only interested in one of them. ye olde victorian correspondence, ugh. and poetry. allll i could think was that the author sure put a lot of effort into it, writing all that. for ultimately a relatively simple story. maybe the booker prize was for the effort, and the writing in the parts i found boring, because the main story was pretty standard. quantity, quality, all that.