I finally finished last week "Nehum Olhar" by
José Luis Peixoto, and boy was I glad to finish it! There's only so much misery I can take. But I couldn't stop reading it. As M. says, it's painfully beautiful. I couçd feel the scorching sun and all.So at night I was reading
Glamorama, by Brett Easton Ellis, though that's not being too easy either as
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