So I started reading the book House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski and I've got to tell you this book is freaking me out a little. All this book is about is a family who move in to a new house on Ash Tree Lane but there are mysteries surrounding the house. After the family's 2 children go missing this book gets real intense. Is it fiction or poetry or prose or is it its own brand of literature and chaos? I've never seen a book formatted in such a way that the form is as jarring as the story. I thought I had goosebumps but realized they were the pores of the dead. It's a very jolly book. I haven't even made a dent in this 650 page opus but I am trying. As I keep reading the more uncomfortable I get which seems to be the design of the book. I predict once I am done with this book I will need some psychiatric care and medication and a good Dr. Seuss novel. To quote a small line from the book, "This terror that hunts." When it comes to this book I can't help but feel like one of the hunted.