So I finished Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier, dubbed by its cover as ‘The Unsurpassed Modern Masterpiece of Romantic Suspense.’
That blurb is blatant false advertising. But at least the cover was pretty.
Be warned that major spoilers follow, so if you’re planning to read this book, you may want to pass this up.
I consider myself a fairly rational person, despite my love for all things fantasy and sci-fi. According to the (admittedly suspect) Meyers-Briggs personality test, my personality type is INTJ, and I can confirm that trying to reason things through dominates a lot of the way I view the world.
So when I say that I’ve been cursed by the bicycle gods, there’s a lot of scientific thought backing this statement. Continue reading
If you follow me on Twitter in any way (I haven’t been terribly active there; working an 8-5 job cut back considerably on my social media time), you might have noticed that I mentioned that I was reading It by Stephen King.
I ended up checking this book out because I was looking for Tony Hillerman novels and happened to stumble across King’s section while in the middle of that search.* Now, I know that this book is regarded as a horror classic, but I knew nothing about it other than that there was an evil clown that had, in the film adaption, been played by Tim Curry.
That was literally all I knew about it.
So I figured that it couldn’t be that bad. Right?