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.