Bret Easton Ellis has a pretty well-deserved reputation for his intentionally flat, hopeless, pornographic, gratuitous style and I've got to say American Psycho fascinated me back when I read it ... But it never really got to me. I didn't connect with Patrick Bateman as a human being and the twisted scenes in the novel were interesting in a perverse, watching-from-behind-glass kind of way.

Lunar Park, on the other hand, is messing with my mind in a way I absolutely didn't expect. I thought it was an interesting experiment, the narrator is Bret Easton Ellis himself after all. What I didn't expect was that the fact that Ellis actually created a main character with a deeper internal life made me really connect with him. Once that happened, the book just flooded me with a sense of hopelessness, depression, isolation and utter, crushing loneliness not because someone is alone, but because they can't connect to any of the people around them.

I'm... fascinated by what this book just did to me. I've lost sleep first because I had to finish it, not because it's such a thriller, but because I was hoping that the resolution would contain some hope or relief, then I've also lost sleep because the feeling of isolation and despair in the novel is keeping me awake. I'll be a wreck tomorrow, but I'm not even mad about that.