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Jul. 10th, 2014 07:34 pmLast weekend I was up in Maine, and I loaded up my Kindle with Barbara Michaels Gothics on e-book for the trip (since it turns out my library has a TREASURE TROVE'S WORTH.) But I wasn't necessarily expecting to read all that much on the trip.
Then I started Someone in the House.
THE SCENE: *a companionable cottage in Maine filled with companionable silence*
SUDDENLY: *WILD LAUGHTER*
BECCA: OMG, so the grad student protagonist and her research partner and his nice old aunt are all living together in the house the research partner's parents just inherited, and the plot is that the aunt heard her nephew having invisible sex and is REALLY WEIRDED OUT and I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING
[HALF AN HOUR LATER]
BECCA: now they're all having an argument over what the invisible sex might be! The aunt's boyfriend thinks it's psychic energy but the aunt thinks it's a medieval ghost!
[HALF AN HOUR LATER]
BECCA: THEY'VE CALLED IN THE PRIEST TO CONSULT ON KEVIN'S INVISIBLE SEX ISSUE
A LONG-SUFFERING COMPANION: Has anybody asked Kevin what he's having invisible sex with?
BECCA: NOPE. Every so often someone suggests that they could, like, just ask the dude, and then they're like "....we have a vague sense that something terrible would happen if he did!" LIKE MAYBE THAT HE'D BE CREEPED OUT THAT EVERYONE IS STANDING AROUND HIS DOOR LISTENING TO HIS INVISIBLE SEX MARATHONS.
[HALF AN HOUR LATER]
BECCA: I'm pretty sure the whole plot of this book is just various characters running around trying to prove their pet theory about the invisible sex.
So: Someone in the House! It's an amazing Gothic about a bunch of people running hilariously around trying to prove their pet theory about why Kevin is having noisy invisible sex and making everyone else feel really awkward in the middle of the night.
....but then the ending got, like, really legitimately creepy and I was impressed, so I stopped verbally liveblogging for my long-suffering companions on the chance any of them were going to read it, because it's actually worth not being spoiled for. Say thank you to Barbara Michaels, long-suffering companions! By virtue of her talent, you were spared. THIS TIME.
Then I started Someone in the House.
THE SCENE: *a companionable cottage in Maine filled with companionable silence*
SUDDENLY: *WILD LAUGHTER*
BECCA: OMG, so the grad student protagonist and her research partner and his nice old aunt are all living together in the house the research partner's parents just inherited, and the plot is that the aunt heard her nephew having invisible sex and is REALLY WEIRDED OUT and I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING
[HALF AN HOUR LATER]
BECCA: now they're all having an argument over what the invisible sex might be! The aunt's boyfriend thinks it's psychic energy but the aunt thinks it's a medieval ghost!
[HALF AN HOUR LATER]
BECCA: THEY'VE CALLED IN THE PRIEST TO CONSULT ON KEVIN'S INVISIBLE SEX ISSUE
A LONG-SUFFERING COMPANION: Has anybody asked Kevin what he's having invisible sex with?
BECCA: NOPE. Every so often someone suggests that they could, like, just ask the dude, and then they're like "....we have a vague sense that something terrible would happen if he did!" LIKE MAYBE THAT HE'D BE CREEPED OUT THAT EVERYONE IS STANDING AROUND HIS DOOR LISTENING TO HIS INVISIBLE SEX MARATHONS.
[HALF AN HOUR LATER]
BECCA: I'm pretty sure the whole plot of this book is just various characters running around trying to prove their pet theory about the invisible sex.
So: Someone in the House! It's an amazing Gothic about a bunch of people running hilariously around trying to prove their pet theory about why Kevin is having noisy invisible sex and making everyone else feel really awkward in the middle of the night.
....but then the ending got, like, really legitimately creepy and I was impressed, so I stopped verbally liveblogging for my long-suffering companions on the chance any of them were going to read it, because it's actually worth not being spoiled for. Say thank you to Barbara Michaels, long-suffering companions! By virtue of her talent, you were spared. THIS TIME.
