So I recently finished 2666, which if you haven't heard by now is heavy enough to beat people to death with in more ways than one. For this it has become quite successful. I encourage curious parties to investigate further, however: a warning. The night I finished the book prompted one of the most gut wrenching, vomit and shit laden dreams I've ever had the misfortune of recalling. Though it's not there, assume the book as a preface of warning for readers. Approach with absolute determination, or not at all, because reading it is like falling through nine hundred pages of hell, or like climbing up the glassiest sharpest and bloodiest cliffs out of hell.
In other news, has anyone seen PJ? I hope he's not getting mugged.
I've got to go fail my ethics final now.
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