“My earliest dabbles in books were with R.L Stine’s Goosebumps series, a collection of child-friendly horror facsimiles tucked safely behind covers featuring a spooky hand covered in leaves (and slime), or a cartoonishly bucktoothed gerbil (in a cage with slime), or some creaky stairs (covered in slime, of course). However, my memories aren’t of the series itself but of the strained attempts I made to posture as a fan when discussing the books with friends. If asked how much the Deadly Doom Slide from One Day at HorrorLand scared me, I’d deflect just long enough to judge my friend’s terror—or lack thereof—in order to match it equally. I would never admit to not reading the book. I wanted to be liked.
Imposter syndrome carried me through my pre-adolescent years until finally I found two books I could be honest about. Dante’s The Divine Comedy and Geoffrey Chaucer’s The Canterbury Tales. The 1995 David Fincher masterpiece movie, Seven, introduced me to these books that would change my life.
But the seed of my current book-filled life, I contend, was Goosebumps. In childhood, they existed in my periferly, as an auroa of potential. But now, with We Got Goosebumps, I'm able to teleport straight to the comedown. And I still don't have to read a single word! Life is great.”Read full review »
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United States of America ·
02/26/23