In spite of the fact that my book club is made up of a bunch of rule followers, we don't have a lot of rules. I know people who belong to the "two classics, one current bestseller, don't come to drink if you haven't read the book" kind of book club. That's not us. We just make a list in December for the new year of what strikes our fancy.
But we do like for our October book to fit with the season. Last year we read Blood Born by Linda Howard and Linda Winstead Jones. We had planned to read the sequel this month, but, as happens in the world of publishing, its release was moved back. So in August, we had to make a decision quick.
Precious to the rescue. "The Witching Hour, by Anne Rice," she said. That was fine with me. I'd read it before, maybe fifteen years ago. In fact, I'd read, and liked, the entire Mayfair Witches series.
Trouble was, though I knew the gist of the story, I couldn't remember the details. This is unusual for me, as I love details and hold them dear. So I began to reread.
Soon, I discovered why I didn't remember the fine points of the story. I think I blocked it out because it scared me so bad. I don't remember being scared when I read it before but I must have been because I became terrified the second go round. I was so scared I could only read a little at a time, so I did not finish before book club met. I learned I was not alone. No one had finished and it had scared everyone. In fact, we plan to finish the discussion next month and put off Catcher In the Rye until January.
How rational is that? The only book that scared me more was Ghost Story by Peter Straub. I couldn't finish it. I didn't even consider watching the movie.
Ever had a book or movie scare you so much you couldn’t finish?