White Noise by Don DeLillo was excellent and should be read. It's the first book in a while I can say I really liked after finishing it, bar a few exceptions. I usually judge liking a book off of a nebulous feeling I get when reading or thinking about them. This is almost certainly due to not having the intelligence to reason out what I liked or didn't like about something most of the time (dodging critique that makes you feel even stupider is just a handy bonus!). The feeling of this book is great, I think there's a lot to get out of it. It's probably the thickest feeling of the books I've liked recently; you can get it off of any page, rather than needing to tap into it over a few chapters and a specific mood.