I am what you want me to be/And I'm your worst fear, you'll find it in me

So, I read this book called How Late It Was, How Late It Was. Well, how late was it?, you may ask. It was so late that. . .

No, seriously, I did not like this one, which given my feelings about stream-of-consciousness and Kafka is not surprising. Everything I read - which yes was not much - about this novel kept comparing him to Kafka, which is sort of like comparing something to hitting your thumb with a hammer, you must ask yourself: is this a good thing? And you really must answer yourself: no, my darling, no it is not.

The nice thing about keeping a very lazy blog about what you are reading rather than reading for an English class is that you can write about whatever you feel like, you don't have to discuss the themes/symbolism/motifs/significance/etc. of a novel.

So let's discuss the piece of the novel that stood out to me (aside from the pain, I mean): suddenly going blind. I'm not kidding, this is one of my worst fears. I think it comes from my tendency to faint, and how that moment when everything goes black is just terrifying. No matter what you do, you can't see, and no matter how you tell yourself that you'll be able to see soon and to not panic, you feel that panic welling up. So scary.

That's what this book made me think about, when I wasn't thinking about hammering my thumbs. Yes, it was a fun time!