I finished Dracula last night. The last 50 pages or so were a bit of a chore to get through, but as always when I finish a book, I felt a little bit high. And even if it has been a tough one to finish, I immediately start looking for the next one. For exactly that purpose I have a "to-read" shelf in one of my bookcases. Yesterday it looked like this:
The book I chose is obviously the one with the arrow next to it. (I hope you can see the arrow). It is Lionel Shriver's We Need to Talk About Kevin, a book i bought about 4 years ago because I saw it on a list called "The top 10 most disturbing novels".
The list featured American Psycho, which I had not, at that time, read yet. I had only read a chapter of it in high school English and liked it. I later discovered that the chapter we had read was the most violent and graphic in the book, that disappointed me quite a lot.
I enjoy violent novels, there is something un-apologetic about them.
If an author can write a scene like in American Psycho, where the main character is in his bedroom contemplating what suit to wear and where he should have dinner tonight, only to walk into the kitchen to calmly remark that the severed head of a hooker is looking at him from the kitchen table, then I'm sold.
So I am really looking forward to We Need to Talk About Kevin. The first 50 pages promise an interesting narrative, and I am hoping that, when I finally get to meet this Kevin, he will be every part as coldblooded as I expect him to be.
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