I counted recently.
I own 143 books that I haven't read yet.
Edit: I just bought 8 more the other day.
Bought three today, a mercy that I've read one of them already (Ira Levin's Deathtrap).
I really like The Shining Girls. Such a neat, horrific premise. Her next novel, Broken Monsters, isn't quite as coherent, but it's also one I'd recommend.
Noted! I'm enjoying Shining Girls so far, demented villain, plucky heroine, and the premise is just too damn good of a hook.
Finished this on the way to work this morning, there were some gasps, and a lot of happiness at a story well told. It's just nice to have a book that's well-done, hits its coulda-been-predictable turns with gusto and honesty. Excellent stuff. Very happy with this one.
Yay! Glad you liked it!DaMU wrote: ↑Fri Dec 13, 2019 8:36 pmFinished this on the way to work this morning, there were some gasps, and a lot of happiness at a story well told. It's just nice to have a book that's well-done, hits its coulda-been-predictable turns with gusto and honesty. Excellent stuff. Very happy with this one.
Finished this today. It sure is something. Out of the three core "documents" (the Navidson record, the Truant personal notes, the appendices/extra stories), the Navidson record feels the most effective. It's hard to shake that uncanny element of the story. How thoroughly it resists explanation even as it digs deeper and deeper into the character personalities and the house's unfathomable underbelly. Eeriest place since Hill House, for my money. Truant's recollections are at times arresting but just as often maddening/wandering to a distracting degree. The increasing stylistic excess of the book, evocative of the climax of Bester's The Stars My Destination, can come off gimmicky at times but generally contributes to the feelings of dislocation, of the world knocked off its axis inside the pitch-black hallways.DaMU wrote: ↑Thu Mar 07, 2019 6:47 pmI'm about 100 pages into House of Leaves and simultaneously love and hate the book. It's really something else. The slow and steady description of the hallway in the house makes for some of the creepiest shit I've read. The matter-of-fact uncanny nature of it recalls Ligotti to me. Reading that far into the story also encourages you to read some of the footnotes, which leads to an entire other sub-story about the narrator's mother and her experiences in a psychiatric ward. They're eerie and tragic and so far completely unrelated to the main drama but completely in keeping with Danielewski's interest in showing you the forward path before wrenching you off into off-roads and cul-de-sacs.
The "hate" isn't real; it's more frustration, since my brain struggles to keep all of the information straight, and sometimes it makes for such dense reading that I can only read ten pages in a day before I have trouble assembling all the data into something manageable and coherent. Which is clearly the goal of the novel, so mission accomplished. It's just... I haven't had to be so attentive to a book since decoding Chaucer's Middle English in college.
This book was the source of my worst ever gift-giving fiasco.
That's a big ol' d'oh.Takoma1 wrote: ↑Tue Jan 14, 2020 12:13 amThis book was the source of my worst ever gift-giving fiasco.
I got it for my younger brother. At the time, we weren't communicating a lot and I had no idea what he was into. So we all get together for Christmas and I thought the story sounded cool so I bought him the book.
He opens the book and looks at a few pages (words literally scattered all over the page), looks at me, and goes (kind of amused, kind of annoyed), "I'm dyslexic."
Finished both of these.