I’m in a hotel room by myself reading this. Or I should say re-reading this. I read it back when it first came out, when “Who killed Laura Palmer?” felt even bigger than “Who shot J.R.?” Although “Who shot J.R.?” was epic. I didn’t even watch Dallas because I was a child and even I knew about “Who shot J.R.?” Of course we know who killed Laura Palmer although … well, it’s complicated. It’s a harrowing book. Difficult to read. Whatever you imagined was in the secret diary … you’re right, but it’s much worse. I am not sure why I am putting myself through this again. In a lonely hotel room by myself.
Some books need to be approached with caution. I haven’t read Secret Diary but would think long and hard about re-reading The Exorcist. Scared me far more than the movie – maybe because it was my first encounter with that story and ‘immunized’ against the film?
Oh God, The Exorcist. I have no idea why I read Amityville Horror at the age of like 10 years old – but Jody the Pig still haunts my dreams. I had older cousins. I read their copy. I had no business reading it. and yeah – I haven’t seen any of the movie versions. No thank you!