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Finally finished the fucking Terror by Dan Simmons.
Wow.
Fucking good, but HOLY SHIT is it a claustrophobic, almost painful reading experience. 1,000 pages of people slowly ducking freezing to death, dying of scurvy, losing their minds and being picked off by an unidentifiable predator.
Takes a turn toward the supernatural at the very end, which I could have done without, frankly. But whatever.
Now I’m reading “The Leftovers” by Tom Perotta, and it’s taken me like a week of half-hour daily sessions to read 70-plus percent of it. It’s not as good as the show that’s based on it, unfortunately. And, honestly, has kind of a totally different vibe. I was hoping for more of that HBO’s Leftovers-y goodness, but it feels like little more than an engaging “lite” version of the awe-inspiring awesomeness of the show.
Also, 70-plus percent in and almost none of the things from the show have happened yet. I think they took major liberties from the get-go, and I wasn’t expecting that to be the case.
Oh well. Still better than reading about people bleeding from the pores in their scalps and eating snow for three years, then dying.
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