There is a reason why I posted my whole rant on horror films. I meant to delve into what happened last night, but the piece sounded better without it. So here's what I wanted to say.
Although it's been taking me a while, I'm almost done with Zafon's Shadow of the Wind. I should have known that the book would get to this stage, but I was too deluded by the beautifully written words to realize.
The original plan was to read until midnight and then go to sleep. Around 11:30 I started getting to the climax and learned of various murders, hidden tombs, burnt faces, soulless children, and devastating foreshadowing. I was petrified. I kept reading until 12:30, hoping to end on a good note. That page never came, it only got worse. I put the book down and watched a re-run of Sex and the City on TBS to distract me before going to bed. But there the book was, looming, mocking my fear, and daring me to continue reading. I had to fight the power.
I turned off the TV and tried to fall asleep. Nothing. All I could think of was Julian Carax's murder and the many other innocent victims. I almost put the book in the freezer, but the kitchen was too far. It was just me and Julian's murderer. So I threw a blanket over the book and put in the corner.
That was the end of that.
Tonight I plan on finishing the book and putting Julian to rest. Even though it scares me so, I love it too much to quit.
1 comments:
Lauren, you're a massechist.
And if I didn't spell that right, you're a glutton for punishment.
I've been able to catch up on all your posts since Feb. 14. Thanks. Unfortunately, it's only gotten me through 25 minutes of class or so. One more hour...
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