Mexico: A Beach of One's Own
Books read while there: Bangkok 8, by John Burdett. Amazing crime lit, hell, fucking great writing, period. My boyfriend lent it to me because he has great taste.
The Road, by Cormac McCarthy. Simply mind-blowing. Read it now. I cried so much when it was over.
Farewell to Arms, by Ernest Hemingway. Damn. Motherfucker could write. I loved this book. And read after The Road, was especially pulled in by the language and the characterizations.
I'm now in Paris. Stay tuned for more posts...