I’m taking a bit of a hiatus while on vacation in Michigan. Just me, a lake and a stack of books.
About fifteen years ago my family rented a cabin in the woods for two weeks. At the end of the first week my mom, brother and I drove home as school was starting and my dad was staying a week longer with a friend. During our stay mom read Silence of the Lambs and left it there as a “must read”. My father took the bait and read the book in a 24 hour time period. Unfortunately, there was a 48 hour gap between us leaving and his friend arriving. During those two nights dear old dad slept with his fillet knife under his pillow.
I have learned from my father’s mistakes and the scariest thing I will be reading about is Rebecca’s Mrs. Danvers.