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She writes so beautifully, and is telling me such a compelling story, I'm deliberately taking my time with this.

I love everything about this book.

Joan Didion, where have you been all my life?

I loved this the first time I read it. I picked it up again to reread, as I planned to go through the whole Hyperion canon this year.

But after about 175 pages and a little over two hours, it has not grabbed me, or held me, the way it did when I was a different person 15 years or so ago.

I still respect it, I'm still so glad I read it once before, but I'm abandoning the reread.

So I may end up abandoning this re-read, because I'm not enjoying Hyperion NEARLY as much this time as I recall. It feels really slow and ponderous, and I just slogged through an entire chapter that was essentially military science fiction that in 2019 feels like a parody of men writing war fantasies.

I'll give it another 50 pages or 1 hour, and make a decision then.

Reading this for the second time, because I don't remember much about it other than the broad strokes.

First read this when I was 12, and it's a big reason I am a writer.

I'm about to start work on my own collection of short, supernatural horror, so I'm re-reading NIGHT SHIFT to reconnect with the ideas and images that originally inspired me to start telling my own stories. I'm so happy to report that this book has held up extremely well.

I'm beginning to question everything I thought I knew about American history.

Part of this that I wasn't expecting is how we get to see the people behind the myth of the filmmakers we've loved for decades. DePalma did stuff to his actors on CARRIE that would get him run out of the industry today, and I kind of wish I could un-know that.

Thinking of all the times my father screamed at me, made me feel worthless, and my mother stood by and let him.

Thinking about how I've been carrying my implacable father's rage for 46 years, and deciding that I don't deserve to feel worthless, because his anger and implacability isn't my fault.

This book is very hard to read, and it is stirring up a lot of pain, but it's also helping me heal.

I've been watching The Last Drive-In with Joe Bob Briggs every night on Shudder, and I'm about halfway through it. This book dovetails quite nicely with that experience.

So far, an incredibly easy read that is enjoyable and informative.

This book is flawed, but it's helping me learn and understand so much of my pain, and where it originates.

I did the narrated Snapshot for Audible, but it was so long ago, I'd forgotten the details. It's a great story. Loaded, though ... holy shit what an amazing piece of art. I finished it two nights ago, and it's still living in me.

It doesn't feel dated to me, even though it was written in 1978. I'm enjoying how the mystery is coming together, and glad I don't remember anything at all about the plot, since I last read this over 30 years ago.

I haven't read this since I was in like grade four or five. I barely remember any of it, but reading it now is still like wrapping up in a familiar blanket, visiting with old friends.

I'm barely into it at all, but it's as good as I remember it, and now that I'm an adult who does a little writing myself, I can appreciate the prose and plot even more than I did when I was a kid.

Reminds me of GOOD OMENS in the very best way. I'm torn between devouring it because I love it so much, and trying to take my time with it because I love it so much.

The only reason I haven't finished this yet is this annoying lack of hours in a day to just read.