This is some scary shit right here

Real question:  Why do we read scary books?  I don’t like to be scared.  In fact, I hate it.  This was me running from the bed to the bathroom at 2 a.m.



Well not really me, but you get me.  Why was I awake and panicking at 2 a.m. you ask?  The Woman in Cabin 10, that’s why.  Ruth frigging Ware is why.  I seem to remember reading Ruth Ware’s book, In a Dark Dark Wood last year and thinking to myself “yah, too scary, I’m done with this” but I do not listen to myself.


I’m not finished yet, in fact I’m dragging my feet to finish it because it’s really good and I don’t want it to end.  It is so intricate and complicated and layered that I am a tiny bit afraid that it won’t tie up as well as I want it to.   So to sum up, I am trying to make something that makes me uncomfortable last as long as possible.  Sure, sounds right.