I’ve been a fan of horror for as long as I can remember. I started on reruns of Buffy and moved into the blood, splatter and gore as I got older. But last October, after a terrible accident, my life changed radically; suddenly the blood and guts didn’t have quite the same appeal. I had to relearn everything about my life, and I started going to dark, intense places that I had never been before. As I battled to get my life back, books filled the hours. Most of them came and went, but one reached...
