This just occured to me. A lot of the reviews I’ve gotten for this book (either personal recommendations or written ones on book web sites) say that this book is scary. The Wikipedia article called this book “an existential horror novel.” But I have to say, I’m not that scared yet. I’m not even creeped out. I’m more interested in the labyrinth than anything else. See? This is what happens when books get too cerebral–you end up thinking rationally about the book and you can’t get emotionally involved with it that much.
