I just read a great book called Beasts by Joyce Carol Oates.
...pyromania, anorexia, suicide and sex sex sex. Little disturbing, but very interesting!
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Oh and an awesome poem in that book (thank you J.C.Oates!) :
D.H. Lawrence "Medlars and Sorb-Apples"
I love you, rotten,
Delicious rottenness.
I love to suck you out from your skins
So brown and soft and coming suave,
So morbid, as the Italians say.
What a rare, powerful, reminiscent flavour
Comes out of your falling through the stages of decay:
Stream within stream.
Something of the same flavour as Syracusan Muscat wine
Or vulgar Marsala.
Though even the word Marsala will smac