I've been reading (and have nearly finished) American Psycho since Monday. I watched the movie years ago and didn't think much about it since. My tastes have changed a lot since then (I blame Beefy and Carroll equally).
Reading that book on the plane today, I think I may have been blushing reading the graphic sex scenes and I know I visibly winced at several of the murder scenes. The people on the plane probably thought I was disturbed in some way.
It's a good book though. It definitely does what it does quite well. Yikes.
Someone wrote a book about me?