Ok, so I’ve finally read a book, first time in years, got round to it eventually. It’s an odd thing to go from avid reader, to functionally not a reader, and be consciously aware of the fact. The last ten years of my life have been consumed by reading books that present fictional history as real history, and teach me how to manipulate words and numbers into worlds full of stories, and while there’s nothing – oh, and a lot of YouTube – wrong with that at all, I feel that I have lost a rather fundamental skill and lapsed woefully in concentration. I have forced myself to read a book, something that at one time came as naturally as breathing.
But that’s not a book review, that’s a rant. Continue reading “Review – Welcome to Night Vale: A Novel”