When I was in college, I read a novel that put me in therapy. Actually, I didn't even really read it; just flipped through it a few times. It was a well-written book with a sick and frightening plot; so frightening and full of misery that I couldn't stop thinking about it. It haunted my every waking moment and eventually I started throwing up every time I thought about it. I just could not stop thinking about this book and the character in it, and the human suffering it depicted. And, please remember, this was fictional.
In the end, I had to see my school therapist about it, and I am now--thankfully--cured. But the scary thing is that this is the second time this has happened and I'm scared it will happen again. Also, is this entirely normal? To get obsessed with a book?
In the end, I had to see my school therapist about it, and I am now--thankfully--cured. But the scary thing is that this is the second time this has happened and I'm scared it will happen again. Also, is this entirely normal? To get obsessed with a book?
WHat boook is it?
I used to love King, but one of his upset me so much I thought “that's enough” and I can't bear his stuff now. I don't miss it, so that shows how good it must've been. I suggest you don't read David Peace either.
I tried to read a trilogy that millions of people seem to think is great, but I thought it was awful. It was full of things that -– well, let's just say I hope what the characters did never features in my life.
If it's any consolation to anyone here I once spent a whole summer reading nothing but Franz Kafka and ended up feeling life was pointless and hopeless. I was already in therapy at the time though and Kafka tends to have that effect.