I only want to read about beautifully fuckedup women because narcissism.
  1. Zazen by Vanessa Vaselka
    Made me think that my deeply misanthropic thoughts are normal. Told a friend that after he read it and he told me I was probably a sociopath.
  2. Nobody Is Ever Missing by Catherine Lacey
    Sometimes I lose touch with friends, purposefully or not, and after a while I'll think back and have no feelings about it/them/friendship whatsoever. This is why I don't go to parties anymore.
  3. Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier
    I read this every year along with a Fowles novel (see French Lieutenant's Woman). I love it when a woman-in-love so obsessively courts her own disaster. Her insecurities run so deep that her villain has to be incorporeal. Plus, Hitchcock.
  4. The Narrows by M. Craig
    So this has a coming-of-age thing going on and, you know, magic. But I love some soul crushing unrequited love. And it's not just for heteros. Also, the author is my neighbor and the book is set on my street, so more narcissism.
  5. Anthropology of an American Girl by Hilary Thayer Hamann
    After I read this disturbing New York fantasy of a novel, I decided to say things exactly as they existed in my head. The breakup came three weeks later. Sadly, a fact not a joke.
  6. Little Women by Louisa May Alcott
    Hear me out. These women are too sweet and understanding and loving. I read this book and remember that even Amy, Beth, Jo, Meg and Marmee have the capacity for sadistic violence.
  7. The French Lieutenant's Woman by John Fowles
    The only book on this list written by a man, and thus it is more about than of women. But if you look past the penis, inside lurks a desperate desire for true romance. Charles operates under a distorted sense of honor and sexual obsession that perfectly mirrors my destructive trust in pure romantic love.