If serious literature were to be marketed and sold next to the trashy gossip magazines at the supermarket check-out lines, it would take the form of Donna Tartt's The Secret History. This novel was guilty-fun, deliciously wrapped sordid scandals juxtaposed with Greek philosophy and ethical arguments, all set against the backdrop of an elite, small-town college. The novel clocks in at around four hundred pages, but you'll never notice because it reads with the pace of pulp fiction- it's near impossible to put down because the characters will burrow into your skin and haunt you whenever you're not turning the pages. You certainly won't love them- but you won't be able to walk away from them either. The Secret History reads like the illegitimate love child of E.M. Forester and Bret Easton Ellis. If that makes sense to you, then this novel should already be in your hands.