(Oh, and on a sidenote, if you were wondering what happened to my New Year resolution to become a vegetarian, here’s an update: I’ve been eating meat everyday since I wrote that resolution down. I keep telling myself every time I slip that tomorrow, tomorrow I’ll become a vegetarian. But maybe it’s just not in my blood to become one. I love meat too much. I’m sorry, Earth and the animals.)
Now, back to books. If anyone knows of books with madness and romance in them, please recommend them to me. I’m dying for something with this combination. I borrowed Steppenwolf (by Hermann Hesse), and I don’t know, maybe I was expecting something else, something more dramatic. But the alienated Steppenwolf is shaping up to be simply a misanthropic loner who despises bourgeoise society, not some broken, murderous man looking for love and salvation.
There’s this book called Shadows, however, by Joan de la Haye, as recommended by Marcia Colette, writer. Here’s the blurb:
Sarah is forced to the edge of sanity by the ghosts of her family’s past. Suffering from violent and bloody hallucinations, she seeks the help of psychiatrist and friend, Michael Brink.
After being sent to an institution in a catatonic state covered in blood – from stabbing her unfaithful boyfriend – Sarah is forced to confront the truth about her father’s death and the demon, Jack, who caused her father’s suicide and who is now the reason for her horrific hallucinations. Unlike her father, Sarah refuses to kill herself. She bargains for her life and succeeds.
In Sarah’s struggle to regain her life and her sanity, she discovers there is more to the world than she could ever have imagined, and it leaves her seeking the answer to the nagging question, “Who is really mad?”