I've got to put down Easton Ellis this week. I find myself wrapped up in Bateman's world and dancing the patterns of his thoughts. I look at the names on people's clothing. I find the labels as important as the beings underneath them. My speech takes on italics, sharp and demoralizing. Try not to show panic at the red soles of another woman's heels. Boots as good as business cards in this world.

I'm switching back to Foer