Book review from an island

Since i'm hip and i have a new blog, i'm starting off by telling you all that i'm reading Glamorama by Bret Easton Ellis.
I don't get the plot but love the book anyway. It is extremely shallow and Victor is a prick who doesn't deserve anyone but get everyone.

In the breast-pocket of my mom's check shirt, which i have stolen: 40 kr and a tampon.

Except from being hip (you should see my sunglasses!) i'm currently staying at my family's summer house up on the West Coast. It is - indeed - beautiful. Each time i look out the window i sigh, and lying on the terrace reading my hip book i can hear the seagulls talking to each other in a language unknown to me.