There's this book I got for Kindle several months ago. It's been sitting there, on my device. I've been wanting to read it. I liked the cover. I liked the synopsis. It looks like everything a book should be.
And then I started reading it tonight. Last night? I started it before midnight, and it's a little after 1am here in the Central Time Zone. I got a quarter of the way through, granted there's not extras at the end of the Kindle book. I don't know if it was self-pubbed, although I do think it's a debut novel.
It's freaking scary. I thought it was a fantasy novel--which it is, but it's scary. You know that part in the scary movie when the music changes?
That's the part where I run out the room crying. And this book is one long, scary-music song. Actually, it's not that long, but that's beside the point.
I've come to grips with the fact I'm a masochist. Reading horror is just one of those things. I'm terrified, but I can't look away. And the book is really well written. I haven't noticed many--if any typos. And that's been a problem with self-pubbed and trad-pubbed books alike. I like the character and the problem that's risen up.
And, because it's so good, I can't stop, but it's scary so I want to, but I really, really really want to read, but I got to get up tomorrow morning--in a few hours--to put the trash by the road and...
And now it's 1am and I can't sleep. I've been off the melatonin since November and this is the first time I've had trouble sleeping since then.
Stupid insomnia. Stupid scary awesome book.