How I haven't finished American Psycho

This time I am writing in English. I think it's more natural for me to write in English when writing about literature. Or maybe it's because I read this book in English, I don't know. It doesn't really matter. The point is, this is one of a few books I haven't finished reading.

American Psycho is one of the books assigned for my class of American Gothic literature and since I was really busy during semester I didn't have time to read it, so I decided I would do it during Christmas. So I started reading it 5 or 6 days ago. At first, it was a bit boring, maybe because I was there when the professor talked about it and she gave some things away. It took me 4 days to get to page 200. And then it started.

Yesterday I started reading after lunch and around page 200 murders began. It was that terrible, but really soon it escalated. But then I had an evening out with my best friend, so I didn't get to the worst things. After I got back I decided to finish the book, but I regretted it very soon. Who in their right mind enjoys reading this? I don't want to sound harsh because I know someone who likes the book and that person is one if the nicest I've ever met, but I don't get it. It wasn't horrifying, because I read about too many murders, and I think I am not that easily scared or surprised, it was disgusting. I really find nothing enjoyable about mutilating women while they are still alive and slowly and painfully murdering them. I really don't. 

Ok I get that this book is a criticism of the 80s society and also there are many witty and sarcastic passages, but I think there is a better way to criticize society than through the life and mind of a psychopath who mutilates and kills people. Take Jane Austen. When you look past the romance, her criticism is full of wit and sarcasm. Or Thomas Hardy. Tess of the d'Urbervilles or Jude the Obscure by no means have happy ending, so you can't complain that it is too romantic. He is less subtle about his criticism, but his criticism is harsh. Or there is Dickens; I could go on and on naming all the authors who criticize society. And that's just 19th century literature. 

To sum up, I stopped reading the book around page 364, which is about 40 pages till the end, but I was too disgusted to finish. I think I will stick to the genres I love when feeling like reading something. Have a nice day.