Writing from the edge of horror

    Research output: Other contributionOther outputs


    When I was 11 or so, I decided it was time to go upstairs and start reading books meant for adults. At my hometown library, housed in a 1930s-era mansion on the edge of downtown, the children’s section was in the basement. An insatiable reader, I’d devoured the books that appealed to me down there. That evening, I stood on the front sidewalk contemplating the upstairs-downstairs question as assiduously as a minor character in Downton Abbey. Why not? I thought. How much more difficult can adult books be?
    Original languageEnglish
    Publication statusPublished - 12 Apr 2013

    Publication series

    NameHorror Novel Reviews


    Cite this