electric relaxation

This was the first serious novel I’ve read in what must have been at least a few months if not longer. I’ve been reading mostly non-fiction, with a Sci-Fi binge here and there. And a lot of superhero comics.

Anyway, what the fuck this book was incredible. There’s something unbelievably, indescribably satisfying about the feeling you get when you know that no one else appreciates a creative work in quite the way you do. I guess that that’s actually dangerously close to stalker talk. But so be it. I’m in love with Aravind Adiga, and he will never know. I’m also embarassingly in love with M.I.A. because of the Paper Planes remix. Though that case is even more personal, since she had nothing to do with the remix, so I actually got much more out of the track than any individual put into it.

Anyway. Read the book. But know this, you sister-fuckers – you will never like it, or appreciate it, quite as much as I did.