I just finished American Psycho for the second time. It had been almost eight years since I first read it, and I had forgotten just how brilliant it is. I’ve had many friends put it down less than 20 pages into it, or after the first graphic murder scene, and those who have finished it either didn’t “get” it, or just didn’t appreciate it—this makes me sad. In fact, I’ve met only one other person who loves it as much as I do: Jennifer Wright. This is what we call a “great minds” situation.

However, despite the protagonist, Patrick Bateman’s homicidal ways, I firmly believe he has some redeeming qualities. I’d even go so far to say he just might be boyfriend material. Yes, he’s rich and good looking, but everlasting love needs more than a fat wallet and perfect genes. Let me explain.