Mary - Rosemary's Baby Part 1

Old movies ftw. :)

I am not on good terms with the genre “horror.” 

I’m the girl who is still scared of the dark at fifteen years of age. 

I’m also the girl who isn’t able to physically cross her bedroom in the dark. 

The girl who cried for two hours one day when she came to the conclusion that it was too late to wake up her parents to bring her a nightlight when her regular one went out? Yeah, that’s me.

Even though it frightens me, I'm brave! *nervous giggle*

Ugh. Who am I kidding? No matter how much I LIE to you people, the truth will come out. I AM A BABY WHEN IT COMES TO SCARY STUFF. Seriously. I can't handle fright fest or haunted houses or even PG-13 movies. (Well, that might be a slight exaggeration. But just a slight one. =P)

So yeah. All that stuff I crossed out, attempting to sound awesome? Well, it's true. (That I'm scared of the dark, not that I'm awesome. Well, I'm awesome too. Now I'm rambling. Somebody, please, for the love of Jupiter, shut me up.)

I was not excited about reading this book. In fact, I was QUITE apprehensive. However, I knew Rosie was going to read it with me and I figured that if I endured several years of group therapy, I might eventually recover. So, I decided to suck it up and read it. Besides, if Rosie was gonna read it, it wouldn’t be SO bad, would it? (At least I’d have someone to cry with and if I started shaking violently with convulsions of fear, I could always trust her to get up and call 911, cuz she’s older and therefore stronger-minded than I, the weak little sophomore.)

You can imagine the kind of effect I was certain this book would have on me. (READ: Pee running down my legs) However, I was courageous and boldly jumped into it. When I had gotten about halfway through, I decided to take a break. As chance would have it there was an email update from Blogspot, informing me that my compadre had made a post.

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^ Sorry, that was me, banging my head on the keyboard.

Rosie wasn’t allowed to read the book! (This is because her mother is quite sane and level-headed and smart, unlike me, who, with my suckish judgment, dived right in.)

So I figured, “Okay. I’m totally freaked out by this book, which I’m only halfway through. If Rosie’s not reading it, I won’t either.”

There were several problems with that statement.

1)      Rosemary’s Baby is laced with suspense.

2)      Suspense is a phrase which herein stands to mean “The fact that you will go insane if you don’t figure out what happens.”

3)      I was halfway through the book. 

4)      There was so much freaking suspense. 

5)      Even though I was already having nightmares about burning effigies of infants and cannibalistic old ladies, I absolutely had to find out what happened next. 

Note to self: Don’t evereverever start a horror book. Because then you will be inclined to finish it, no matter how horrific said horror book may be.

So, I was forced to finish it.

(Review still pending. I just wanted to share with you the story of WHY I read it. That’s not the actual review. The actual review is STILL coming, so hold your horses.)

XOXO, 

Marbear

I promise I'm not nearly  this hideous in real life. 

P.S. 

Anyway - a few preliminary facts about the book before the big reveal? 

1) It's not as bad as I thought it was

2) It's just as bad as I thought it was

3) If you value your sanity, don't stop halfway through it. Either read it or don't read it. 

4) Don't read it. 

5) Unless of course, you like peeing in your pants. Then, by ALL means, read on. ;]

Cheers to the freakin' weekend. I'll be back, my friends to let you in on the deep dark dirty of Rosemary's Baby.