The Comfort of Strangers

All right...

So, going into reading this book, I knew it would be strange. It was described as a twisted and wholly disturbing little book. Well, the friend who recommended it usually has very good taste in books. We can almost always discuss at length nearly any topic, as we both read a lot, and we both read a very diverse selection of literature.

This time...oh, this time...

I stayed up until 12:30 (for a teacher--that's REALLY late) finishing this damn book. I was about half way into it when I went to bed, but it just kept getting odder and odder; and, in all honesty, it was a lot like a horrific traffic accident that starts out small. At first you kind of gawk because you're interested, and then you want to see where it's going and when it's done, you're left in a daze, completely unable to do anything other than mumble incoherently to yourself about the awful things you've just seen. Only, in book form.

Yeah.

Starting "The Shroud of the Thwacker" by Chris Elliot next. (Yes, THAT Chris Elliot.)

Thanks for reading...
Tommy