“I wish you were all dead, I thought, and longed to say it out loud. Constance said, “Never let them see that you care,” and “If you pay any attention they’ll only get worse,” and probably it was true, but I wished they were dead. I would have liked to come into the grocery some morning and see them all, even the Elberts and the children, lying there crying with the pain and dying. I would then help myself to groceries, I thought, stepping over their bodies, taking whatever I fancied from the shelves, and go home, with perhaps a kick from Mrs. Donell while she lay there. I was never sorry when I had thoughts like that; I only wished they would come true. “It’s wrong to hate them,” Constance said, “it only weakens you,” but I hated them anyway, and wondered why it had been worth while creating them in the first place. (15)
“I don’t remember the rest of that night. To this day I cannot tell you precisely how we came to the decision we finally reached. I know we did not sleep. I do remember when the dawn came, soft and swollen with rain and the sense of unseen things budding in the woods, we took fresh cups of coffee and sat on the steps to the patio, breathing in the fragrant steam and sitting quietly for the first time…. We were not the same people we had been the night before. The long hours of anguish and horror had birthed an implacable new sense of resolution in us. We became a simple one-purposed organism. Time – our past, our future – ceased to exist for us that night; there was before us only a single, unending now. [...] We have both had flashes of regret for those vanished, golden people since, but they’ve been only that – flashes, a gently aching nostalgia as for people known and loved long ago in a distant youth. It is not nearly so bad as I had feared it might be. You only grieve for roads not taken by choice, not for those you have passed by because only one is left to you. (page 305).
It’s time for RIP IV! I’m so absurdly excited! Every time I’ve read a scary book this year, someone has undoubtedly said “I’m saving that one for RIP.” And I said: “I’m such a newb! What’s that?!” Of course, I didn’t have to wait long. Carl of Stainless Steel Droppings announced the early arrival of RIP IV! My book selection:
- Ravens by George Dawns Green. I’m not sure this one qualifies, but the book jacket describes the writing thusly: “Shaw’s plot depends on maintaining constant fear – merciless, unfaltering terror….” Sounds good right?!
- Her Fearful Symmetry by Audrey Niffenegger. I didn’t think there were people out there who loved TTW as much as I did, but then I discovered book blogging and realized that there’s a whole army of us. I will buy this book and I will love it.
- The Angel’s Game by Carlos Ruiz Zafón. I’ve seen this on a couple other lists, and this is the perfect excuse.
But okay, kids, THAT’S NOT ENOUGH. Please, recommend some that are going to terrify me. Make me tremble! Give me nightmares!