Amidst all the naps taken, meals eaten, and more taps taken I have managed to create a circus inside my head by juggling six books to read. I didn’t even realize it. That’s how serious my memory failure is. I pluck one book off the (sometimes virtual) bookshelf and think, “Oh great! This looks great! I’m going to read this.” And I read it with the enthusiasm of a child learning how to bike for the first time: Bound to crash straight into someone else’s front lawn. I pick one book, read a couple of chapters, lather, rinse, repeat. And before I knew it, I have six books that are in the “currently reading”
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Since the last time I have blogged, I managed to miss 3.5 work days, finished reading one book (I know; I have magically transformed into a turtle — Sometimes, I turn into a sloth; other times I don’t even what I am anymore), and somehow managed to add a number of books in my TBR pile. Books I’d finish reading probably ten, twenty, 57634785 years from now. WHO KNOWS? It’s a surprise.
I’ve downloaded samples of books and most of them I enjoyed. Yay!
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I first encountered the words “trigger warning” in the No Sleep sub-reddit. Just two words, four syllables, and yet it hit my curiosity. What, exactly, does trigger warning mean? TRIGGER WARNING. It sounded so ominous and striking (in all dark, terrifying ways possible). Instead of consulting Google to find out its meaning, I went ahead and read the No Sleep stories that contained the Trigger Warning label on them. When I did so, I soon grasped the meaning of it, if only out of context. Disturbing. Dark. Twisted. Terrifying. Those stories were darkness and gray clouds, sinister smiles and outright cruelty. I continued to read anyway, although I skipped some stories that were too uncomfortable for me.
I came across those words again no more than a few years back, this time in the form of a book written by Neil Gaiman. I bought it, of course. No questions asked. And once I was done reading the book, there were no regrets in my buying decision. No regrets, only moments of unease, of feeling unsettled and uncomfortable as I voraciously ate up each story in “Trigger Warning.”
Today, I have picked four short stories that jumped out of the pages and clawed and gnawed at me. They’re stories of humans and non-humans, of quests and deaths, of truths and lies. They’re the kind of stories that stick with you, the scenes replaying in your mind, resurrecting discomfort long after you have put down the book.
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