Lol, the things we read...

It's October, so that means I'm on a horror kick and re-reading some of my favorite H.P. Lovecraft stories. It also means that I'm going to read my annual Bentley Little novel.


Bentley Little is one of the small gods of horror. His books make me giggle because of their insane premises and yet, that little, small part of me that is paranoid and is convinced that yes, the man IS out to get me finds itself on the edge of its seat, biting its nails and wailing "O Noes" at the top of its longs while the rational parts try to calm it down and re-establish a sense of order.


I have also ripped out one of my fingernails by accident and that bastard hurts.