Why these obsessions took hold in my psyche as deeply as they did is anyone’s guess to a certain degree. Most certainly I grew up reading books of Greek myths and even at that tender age I was fascinated by the sheer freakiness of some of the stories. My home being in Dunwich also didn’t help, as I was growing up in a place with weird folk tales aplenty and a mythology all its own. So, in the final assessment, one could consider me the adult version of Pan’s Labyrinth’s Ofelia: A girl/woman whose love of the strange never took a hike the way it does for most human beings.
As for the books themselves, I began with an enormous volume on surviving Etruscan superstitions in Tuscany, as well as a very small volume on the sacrificial rituals of the Minoans. Then there was a huge technical volume on magic, ghosts, and necromancy as it related to ancient Greek and Roman culture. Then there was a large chunk of several books on Sumerian, plus essays on Minoan culture and pottery, and I wrapped things up with a book on Minoan religion. I can now tell you far more than you want to know about sacral basins and pillar crypts.
After I got done with the technical books, I took a jaunt off to the realm of fiction. In summary, I read the following:
- Casino Royale, which I absolutely loved. The slow story pace and fixation on luxury make it an absolutely delicious, decadent read.
- The Half Made World, which bored me to tears but had to be done in the name of good reviewing ethics.
- How to Live Like a Lady, a book on manners that, aside from a few good tips, turned out to be extremely obnoxious and rude. Oh the irony.
- Just After Sunset, by Stephen King, which was awesome and horrifying as is to be expected. The short story N. was particularly good, as has been said by many readers and critics besides myself, so I won’t rehash it.
- What to Do When You Meet Cthulhu, a Lovecraft manual that will prove very handy, I am sure.