I only read it the one time and that was just about fifteen years ago for me as well.

When I got to the part where he actually goes insane and it’s just like 20 pages of gobbledygook, I pushed myself to read all of the ranting as if it was coherent narrative.

Yeah, I definitely also became untethered at multiple points reading that book.

I’m reading the starless sea right now, erin Morgenstern’s second book, and her writing is so comfortable and cozy and fun to read, lilting like, that it might be interesting to give house of leaves another go over afterward.

Tp feel the whisper of silk and then jagged cement rubble