You used that awards title, and then *didn't* rec trinityofone's deeply fucked-up, disturbing family story 'Misery To Man'. Psych!
(Look. I am not good with horror. Seriously. You don't want to know about the night I read Misery after mandatory lights out in a psychiatric hospital, but suffice to say that it proved that I really, really, really am not destined to be cuddlebunnies with the horror genre. There's this scene in that book where - well, I won't go into it, but I still see spots and get dizzy when I think about it.)
*shiver* And here I thought I read that book at an unwise time. (I was eleven, had undiagnosed obsessive-compulsive disorder, and nightmares. 'Nuff said.)
Also: 'This be the verse'. I love that poem. It runs in my family: my mother used to be head of a university counselling service, and she kept a photocopy of it on her bulletin board, under the string of dried flowers and between the timetable and staff notes and the drawing by me aged 3 and photos of me, my father, and the ducks. I kind of want to know what the clients thought when they saw it. (I mentioned this juxtaposition to her after I read Trinity's story, and she commented "Shut up.")
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(Look. I am not good with horror. Seriously. You don't want to know about the night I read Misery after mandatory lights out in a psychiatric hospital, but suffice to say that it proved that I really, really, really am not destined to be cuddlebunnies with the horror genre. There's this scene in that book where - well, I won't go into it, but I still see spots and get dizzy when I think about it.)
*shiver* And here I thought I read that book at an unwise time. (I was eleven, had undiagnosed obsessive-compulsive disorder, and nightmares. 'Nuff said.)
Also: 'This be the verse'. I love that poem. It runs in my family: my mother used to be head of a university counselling service, and she kept a photocopy of it on her bulletin board, under the string of dried flowers and between the timetable and staff notes and the drawing by me aged 3 and photos of me, my father, and the ducks. I kind of want to know what the clients thought when they saw it. (I mentioned this juxtaposition to her after I read Trinity's story, and she commented "Shut up.")