Lowbrow, but why not... Not art, but damned entertaining. Buying books that only take a few days to read is an expensive indulgence though. Discworld provided safe harbour after passing through the storm that was American Psycho. I found it much more to my liking than I did Thud when I read that last year. Perhaps a reappraisal is due. Keep 'em coming Mr Pratchett!

Abandon all hope ye who enter here.

I found this book so chilling I almost didn't finish it; and so fucked up at times I felt like I do when swallowing compulsively against a rising tide of nausea... Patrick Bateman being a psychopathic serial killer is one thing, it's that it's all so matter of fact and run of the mill that's really unsettling. So Fucked Up...

Morbid curiosity has me wondering what The Rules of Attraction must be like - I dimly recall seeing the film version of that once and finding it more disturbing than American Psycho.

It'll be a while before I want to read the likes again.

I probably wouldn't have read this book had it not been left unloved and unread in the back of the car one day. It does with South Asia what Hunter S did with the American Dream; leaving you itching to burn your P45 and wander off into humanity to experience all its magnificent decrepitude first hand.

An ash-gray dog with a white blaze on its forehead burst onto the rough terrain of the market on the first Sunday in December, knocked down tables of fried food, overturned Indians' stalls and lottery kiosks, and bit four people who happened to cross its path.

It's a tale of madness and misunderstanding, alienation and hatred; and of forbidden love and mutual destruction. All wrapped up in such delicate style and intoxicating imagery. The story of the love between a girl and her exorcist is a good start by me. I devoured it like a dog eating dropped ice-cream.

The woman and the man dreamed that God was dreaming about them.

A blistering account of the colonisation of the Americas by Europeans, Genesis is a resounding chorus of vignettes describing the greed, lust and destruction at the heart of the New World as we know it, and a crushing record of the innocence destroyed in its shaping.