Yeah, no, I’m definitely a god. A cruel, cruel, capricious god. The things I put you through. The physical beatings alone. I killed your father. I burned your mother alive and then you had to go through the whole horrific deal again with Jessica. All for what? All for the sake of literary symmetry. I toyed with your lives, your emotions, for entertainment. Did you really have to live through the bugs? What about the ghost ship? I am so sorry. I mean, horror is one thing, but to be forced to live bad writing… If I would’ve known it was real, I would have done another pass.
I was reading this book to my godson the other day and I thought to myself… this book, it’s like watching Supernatural. You know by the end the shit’s gonna hit the fan and you don’t want to keep going but you’ll just keep watching and watching until it does! Even if the characters are damn lovable.