I finished EeeeeEeeEeee by Tao Lin yesterday. I started it a while ago, but picked it up this weekend and read most of it in two sittings. It's very interesting. A kind of prose I like a lot, and alienated urban characters, etc. Lots to relate to, lots of little insights and funny little things. But ultimately empty in this way that doesn't take me out of my own emptiness and I don't know how much I like that. Definitely a little, but not a lot. Although I liked the book a lot.