This book.
This book ruined my marriage. I was happy, once. Not now. Not since A Game of Bones. My wife... I should say my ex-wife now... she left me. She spent two weeks reading this compulsively, over and over, she skipped work, she stopped bathing, ate only a thin broth of fish stock and parmesean cheese, reading and reading until the sound of her fingers brushing the touchscreen of her Kindle drove me insane with rage! Why won't you stop, I screamed in her face. But she never acknowledged me. It was like I was a ghost, or maybe it was she that was the apparition.
And then she was gone. And so was my rage. All that was left was an emptiness. Emptiness in my heart, in my bed, in everything that was good and whole before this damned eBook came out.
When I went out looking for her, I found the Kindle on the side of the road. It was on the first page. So I read on.
Now I know.
I'll be with her again, soon. I'm going back to Innsmouth. I can hear the call of the sea now, first in my dreams and now while I'm awake. It is my destiny.
I'a.
I'a!!
(reviewed 21 days after purchase)