I bet reading Chuck Palahniuk’s new novel, Rant may be akin to entering the world Nick Cave created in his masterpiece album, The Murder Ballads. But I will go to this evidently creepy (as Palahniuk always is) novel of a killer precariously since Kathryn Reiss’s teen murder mystery, Blackthorn Winter is totally creeping me out when I can finally put it down and get into bed. I am also hoping to fit in Palahniuk’s book, Fugitives and Refugees: A Walk in Portland, Oregon before my trip to Portland a week from Friday. Lots of reading to do … but that always a good job to have.
I will hope for the best since his book, Haunted raided my dreams for over a month … but I cannot resist reading his macabre imaginings though … just like one usually cannot tear one’s eyes away from a gory accident.
