Finished/starting: A Scanner Darkly by Philip K. Dick, Lord of the Flies by William Golding.

I took my time with this novel, and I think that’s why I ended up enjoying it - the central drug in the story takes those little nervous tics, moments of paranoia and confusion and ramps everything up - so everything’s simultaneously relatable and alien at the same time. Easily better than Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, and a lot more personally affecting.

I’m scared of the effect that the next book might have on me.