Yesss, I can’t believe it hasn’t been mentioned before! Every word, every sentence is pure, condensed beauty. It’s like a poem written in prose.

Atomic habits after about 5 pages. It felt like it’s already repeating the same ideas over and over again.

2666 by Roberto Bolaño. Disturbing in a not necessarily fun way. 500 pages (of the 1200 total) consist of descriptions of female corpses found by the police in a town in northern Mexico. Interesting book, but would definitely not read it again.