With Halloween over, I hid my horror films and put aside my horror novels. At least for a little while. For the next month I will be watching dramas, comedies, and chick flicks. I sat through "Eight Below" the other night and cried like a little girl with a hormonal abnormality.
Fiction? I'm in the middle of Steinbeck's "Tortilla Flat". When I'm done with this, it's "Cannery Row" and maybe "Of Mice and Men" again. Then....Dickens? Maybe "The Pickwick Papers".
I love horror. But a steady diet of it guaranteed to depress and give one shoulder acne.