This has to be one of the sickest books I’ve read ever. My girlfriend thinks I secretly identify with the main character Patrick Bateman. A self obsessed, attention to detail, megalomaniac serial killer, who tortures women! How could she think we’re similar? Ellis delivers a book which is unbelievably descriptive through the eyes of Bateman whose psychopathic obsession with status, money, fine dining and murder – leaves you turning the pages without drawing breath. I picked up a copy cheap in good old Liverpool. A must read for the not so faint hearted. I’ve read it twice, so maybe she’s right?