SKIP IT

While reading this book Jaime did not skip much. He did, however, skip the footnotes that just seemed to rattle off names and titles and lists of things that one would find in any normal house. He figured that these didn't have much to do with either story and therefore while cursorily looking at the words he allowed his mind to freely wander into whatever fantasy crossed his mind.

He enjoyed reading this book alot. He found himself taking it everywhere. He read it at work during lunch. He read it during other classes (sorry to Dr. Hurst, Prof. Valcin, and Dr. Boyenne)He even took it with him on a few porcelain cruises. He enjoyed the twisting and turning the words forced him into. He relished the chance to confront some of his own darkness in thinking about the unfathombably night of the book.

The one thing he did not enjoy, however, was the book's propensity to inflict Truant-like symptoms on those who read it. He found himself creeped by sounds in his basement that he's heard for years. The warming of pipes took on a definate growling tone, the darkness seemed less friendly and even on a layout he's known for years once he found himself lost until he stubbed his toe on a doorframe. In Truant's words "FUCK. FUCK. FUCK." He also noticed that while reading this book on public transportation time seemed to shift. Seconds elongated into minutes and minutes condensed to seconds and he missed stops on the train as the yawning darkness ate moments like morsels. As off-putting as that was he still enjoyed reading this book. He looks forward to the end eagerly peering into the darkness of the unknown.