I know, right. That fucking cello started up as soon as I even glimpsed a body of water.
I pretended I liked Jaws because I figured it was some kind of a test. My parents then hired me a film called Orca: Killer Whale or something. I spent the entire time looking about 3 inches over the television and taking protracted toilet breaks. Perhaps they are sadists or master trolls. I also got given Stephen King books when I was ten. Each time a new one came out, I'd get it a couple of weeks hence. I pretended to like those, too.
They scared the shit out of me even more than Jaws.
That was all my dad. My mother gave me Virginia Andrews books to read which centred on a dysfunctional family whose mother locked the four kids in the attic such that they developed incestuous relationships. The mother slowly poisoned them with arsenic and the youngest died.
I was left to pick my own literature after the age of about 13. Which was nice.
Wtf were they thinking

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