Please Kill Me: The Uncensored Oral History of Punk by Legs McNeil and Gillian McCain
Possibly my favorite thing in this entire, voyeuristic, drug-infested, chaotic jaunt through musical history is this: Punk is American. Not British. And it started with the Doors, the Velvet Underground and the shit that went on with Andy Warhol at his studio back in the ’60’s.
World War Z by Max Brooks
There are several things I like about this book. First of all, Zombies. As a Millenial, I am immediately drawn, like a zombie to pulsating brains, to all things zombie, ninja, and pirate. Other generations may like these things, too, I know, but there seems to be some great obsession among my generation. God knows why. It’s just thing that we do. I mean, debating the best escape routes from whatever building you are in can take hours if you are surrounded by modern teenagers and twenty-somethings, and may actually only be settled by consulting Max Brooks’ Zombie Survival Guide. Gen-X may have had Vampires and Baby-Boomers may have had aliens and the bomb, but zombie obsession has taken a hold of young people today. Again, I am unsure as to the reason, except for the obvious (which if you are not a Gen Y member, may not be obvious to you, so please ignore that self-absorbed remark).
Rant by Chuck Palahniuk
Set in a dystopian society, which may or may not be our future, present, or even our past, Rant Casey is picked apart, praised, feared, loved, by those he has left behind after his death, which may have actually been a disappearance due to time travel.
