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.

“… later on Fred evolved into Bob Arctor, somewhere along the sidewalk between Pizza Hut and the Arco gas station… and the terrible colors seeped back into him whether he liked it or not.”

— A Scanner Darkly, by Philip K. Dick