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I hid in the bathroom. Quietly snuck in when no one was looking. I was on the edge of the tub, my feet perched on the opposite side, just sitting, with the book on my knees, reading quietly. The dishes did not call to me, neither the laundry, nor the men who often feel hungry for a treat or meal. The pages, I turned them ever so gently. No breeze generated by their movement. No crinkle of paper to alert even the dog. This is how I managed to read the last chapters of, The Heart Shaped Box, by Joe Hill.
The intense thrill of this story, as it reached the final scenes, was delicious. It was the rollercoaster climbing that high peak just before dropping me through the air at high speed, twisting, turning and looping the loop. The quiet stillness of the airy, clean bathroom, warmest room in the house, was the perfect cocoon to lose myself in the story. The characters were me, with me, enveloping me in their terror.
This is not the book you read in the dark, home alone, in the middle of nowhere. This book must be read in the safety of your bathroom, with your family near enough to bring you back to the reality of your own life.
Heart Shaped Box, by Joe Hill comes highly recommended. You will be pulled into the story and drug around with the characters straight through to the very last page. Your breathing will stop and start as you turn the pages and finally, breathe normally as the story releases you from it’s grip.