I have a soft spot in my heart for monsters. For vampires and werewolves and things that lurk in the dark.
But every once in a while, a realistic scary story gets accidentally thrown into the mix. And then I freak myself out.
The first one was Silence of the Lambs. I regret reading that. While I don’t worry about cannibalistic serial killers, the Jame Gumb part hit close to home. Real women are abducted. Real women are held hostage. The scene where Starling is being stalked in the basement gave me nightmares.
I usually avoid crime scene shows or thrillers. But this summer, I’ve been lulled into a false sense of okayness. It started with The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins. That wasn’t that scary. Then I read Her by Harriet Lane. That was okay, too. Then I read The Luckiest Girl Alive which wasn’t scary at all. And then I picked up Mary Kubica’s The Good Girl.
And I am officially freaked out.
I was reading the book while out, leaning against a counter. A man came up and softly told me that he needed to reach past me to grab something, and I jumped a mile into the air. He looked alarmed that I looked so alarmed, and I explained that I was reading a scary, scary, scary book and this was a bad, bad, bad idea.
He insisted that I should keep reading because I was clearly so engrossed in it that I didn’t even hear him come up beside me. But, well, I’m not sure that’s such a good thing.
If I do get to the end of this, I’m going to need something like a Princess Bride chaser to slow down my heart.
Has anyone read Gillian Flynn’s other books besides Gone Girl. Are they very scary? Know any other authors that write things that are interesting vs. terrifying?