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[thedarlingone]

So most of my reading list right now is people talking about books they have read recently, which is all well and good. But it happens that I have finally read Ursula Vernon's horror novel, "The Twisted Ones", and I have run into the problem that prevents me from doing bookblogging, which is that I don't know what I think of it. And then I read "The White People", the 1904 horror story it's inspired by, and I went "Huh. ... I don't get it." And then I read "The Twisted Ones" again just in case, and I still was not scared by it, even though a great many people on Twitter apparently found it extremely scary and were saying one should not read it alone or after dark, which is why it took me so long.

So now I'm sort of having mild angst about whether I am just not horrorable due to the autism or something. I mean, I remember "The Pit and the Pendulum" spooking me pretty well, but I was like fifteen and very sensitive. (Jesus, that's more than half my life ago.)

I mean, I don't know why this is bugging me. It's not like I *want* to be scared out of my skin. I usually avoid horror-genre stuff for that reason. I used to have terrible crippling nightmares where I couldn't get out of bed afterward till someone else turned the light on for me, and there is no one to turn the lights on now. But I feel like I'm not getting what I'm supposed to be getting out of it, like doing an assigned reading in English class where you just don't have the key to understand what's going on.

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[sovay]

But I feel like I'm not getting what I'm supposed to be getting out of it, like doing an assigned reading in English class where you just don't have the key to understand what's going on.

I don't find that a lot of things that frighten other people frighten me, which does not mean that I can't see how the moving parts work for those other people, or enjoy the things in my own fashion, which just happens not to involve an elevated heartbeat or a prickling spine.