After finishing warhound vol.1 (my feelings for which is pretty lukewarm, but in the direction of warm) I continued onto three books that I've finished quite soon after one another.

Period, by Dennis Cooper wrapped up the George Miles Cycle, and did so beautifully with it's Gothic-American vignettes and consistent fascination with teenaged death. It's his least linear and most dream-like in the cycle, even when counting the headspaces of nodded-out junkies like Guide's George and Try's Calhoun. I'm looking forward to lending the cycle out to friends so I can talk about it with them!

Eurotrash, by Christian Kracht grabbed my attention with its cover > title > summary, in that order. Switzerland is fascinating, in part because it seems strikingly difficult to produce sane, well-adjusted people in that environment. I think I now, in part, understand why.

All Tomorrows, by C.M. Kösemen was simply fun, a book that rewards flipping a page with a beautiful illustration of some gross weird human-like creature. I like it and I absolutely tore through it in two train rides, although I wonder if it'll stick with me in any way.

Next, I look forward to starting something meatier and classic. I've been entertaining the idea of Don Quixote, but the copy I have is an absolute behemoth and looks like it's about to fall apart. I might instead opt for Negative Space by B.R. Yeager, of which I've heard good things.