Most authors want their readers to feel safe enough to turn the next page.
Earlier this year, I read the hugely popular Circe, named for a demi-goddess who becomes a witch. A witch who sometimes turns men into pigs. Once, in a fit of jealousy, she turned a nymph into a hideous multi-headed swamp beast. Reading this reminded me that Greek mythology…
Sometimes you just gotta rage.
Lately I’ve read novels where the narrator seems ready to bust off the page and stab me in the eye. Or hurl herself off a high…
