We usually get books at Christmas. This year,
Mom Santa brought me three books.
One book was Haunted by Chuck Palahniuk.
Some of you may know Palahniuk as the author of the book behind Fight Club. A few of you may have read some of his other work and know him as an author who always manage to shock and gross out his readers.
Have you read this one, Raw? Because it's the worst of them. Really.
I haven't read them all, but I'm not usually too repulsed. I have a pretty strong stomach.
But a mere few pages into Haunted, and I'm shaking my head "No!" with my hand to my mouth.
I'll spare you the details. But I'll warn you it's gross!
Last night, I picked up the book to read a bit before I went to sleep. I usually read by the lamp, rather than the overhead light, so I flipped the switch and was pitched into darkness. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something glowing by my hip.
And I won't lie. I almost wet myself.
Well, maybe that's an exaggeration, but my heart did stop.
It turns out the book glows in the dark. I just hadn't noticed because it always happened to be lying on its front or under another book.
But for a split second, I thought I had a Slimer in the penthome.