I have been reading Less then zero again. It's very unusual for me to read a book more than once, because there is so much left to read... but I can do it with Bret Easton Ellis. That one especially feels like a painting or a song, a painting and a song, the kind of work that you can discover again each time, because your eyes and your mind have changed of course, but also because the season is changing, or because you had too much coffee, or because you feel like living in another city, or just got a new jacket, or smelled an interesting perfume, etc etc.

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