I just finished reading Chuck Klosterman’s new (and third) book, Killing Yourself to Live and I thought it was great. Nevermind the reviews that say it’s self-absorbed, narcissistic, and/or pointless (they’re out there) because while it is less about the history of death in rock and roll and more about his tumultuous relationships with women (three, mainly), it’s still manages to be a very entertaining, smart and honest read. And it’s short, so even if you hate it, you lose what? A day and half? Take the chance.

And FYI: Klosterman is going to be at the University Book Store on Aug 18th. So do your homework.