Started re-reading Danse Macabre today, written by Stephen King. I didn’t get far into it the first time, but that has nothing to do with the quality of the book itself and everything with my mind getting distracted at every twist and turn for the last few years.
There’s too much going on but not a lot that really matters. So let me curl up on the couch and start reading, while I try to ignore the horrors of our current lives and idiotic behavior offline and online, and finally learn what horror is all about by one of the genre’s greatest masters.
