I finished Scott Spencer’s Endless Lovethe other day, and I think it might be one of my new favorite books. You know it’s good when you’re still thinking about it constantly, still processing it. Really good shit. Here’s an interesting review of it by Ben Dolnick, for NPR, but I rankle at the idea that because a novel is about psychotic romantic obsession, because it runs really hot, it should be categorized as a “guilty pleasure.”This was one of the best books I’ve read in ages, and I have no guilt about it.

I finished Scott Spencer’s Endless Lovethe other day, and I think it might be one of my new favorite books. You know it’s good when you’re still thinking about it constantly, still processing it. Really good shit. Here’s an interesting review of it by Ben Dolnick, for NPR, but I rankle at the idea that because a novel is about psychotic romantic obsession, because it runs really hot, it should be categorized as a “guilty pleasure.”This was one of the best books I’ve read in ages, and I have no guilt about it.