It was a very good book, involving, i'll say that, but man oh man when it got down and dirty with the murders, I simply couldn't beleive some of the stuff I was reading, truly and utterly horrible acts that one must read to beleive! No film could be made that would top the images that I was forming in my own mind while reading this, nor do I want to ever see one.
Of all the unspeakable acts portrayed in the book, the one that got to me the most, and I still haven't shaken and won't for awhile, was
Indeed, the film is a pleasant dream and Christian Bale's 'Patrick Bateman' a saint compared to the book. Also, it actually worked in my favour that I saw the film first because as I was reading the book, it was Christian Bale's face that I saw which allowed me to form a better mental image of this inhuman monster.
If you haven't done so, I would recommend giving this a read, but it is one tough book to get through. I don't know from what dark reaches of Bret Easton Ellis' mind this story sprung, but I just thank God that it's fiction. I've read many books in my life, but it'll be awhile before I fully shake this one.