This week’s Wednesday Weekly Blog Challenge is all about the things that scare me. It’s like they know that SFFH readers/writers have an overabundance of anxiety we’re willing to share, isn’t it?
I had a whole section here on why politics in Alberta is one of the things that scares me. You don’t need to read that. I edited it out. Needless to say, my wacky leftist arse hopes Alberta remembers why we voted the Conservatives out in the first place.
Creepy tales on YouTube
And then I remember I’m alone in the house because The Husbeast is at work, and I give myself a good scare. Why?
Because my desk is located at one end of the room, and the only
entrance exit is behind me.
House of Leaves
On the list of things that scare me, House of Leaves ranks right up there. Yes, I know it’s a book and the big bad novel isn’t going to hurt me. It’s what happened while I was reading the book that gave me the willies.
This isn’t the looming dread of politics. It’s good old “don’t go into the basement’ fear. The story in HOL creeps up on you. Next thing you know, you’re one of two women working alone at night in a dark building, and you’re having to ask your co-worker to go with you to the bathroom. Yes.
And, literally, don’t go into the basement. The book screws with the way you see darkness and stair cases. At the same time.
I’ll have to do a review soon. It’s a pretty amazing book.
Things that scare me #1: Mrs. P.
Mrs. P was my teacher in Grade Five. She was awesome. Seriously, she was an amazing teacher. She didn’t belittle me for my poor math skills, and she loved the fact that I was a reader. Mrs. P. was easily one of my favourite elementary-school teachers.
She became the school librarian the year later, and started a book club. To participate, you just had to write a book review after you finished a book.
Dear readers, I read a LOT of books. If you quizzed me on them, I could tell you exactly what I read. It was awesome. Until it wasn’t.
You see, I’m really good at paraphrasing. And summarizing (sometimes). So I’d write my little summary and hand it in to Mrs. P.
She wouldn’t accept them. Told me it sounded like I was just copying the back cover blurb. When I showed her that this wasn’t the case, she told me all about paraphrasing, and how that wasn’t the same as reading the book.
I spent a lot of time being confused, because I thought I was doing exactly what she wanted: Tell her about the book, but don’t spoil the ending.
So Dear Readers, if you want to know what really scares me?
Writing Book Reviews.
Please be gentle. 🙂