The Stranger

It scared me a little. Reading this book echoed some of the sentiments I've felt, over these years - albeit rationally less intensely (or honestly) than the protagonist (or I want to believe that), in a very precise and seemingly casual way. Something I have mostly not been prepared to do. “...that my nature was such that my physical needs often got in the way of my feelings...”, saying something like this is so stark, and simple, and accessible. I don't like monologues, but I really like this short of a long monologue. And the absurdity of the existing questioned in a way of explaining.