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I just re-read Isaac's Storm, only this time (because I'm a masochist, apparently) I read it while at the beach on vacation, and holy hell, I could barely sleep. I've always been morbidly fascinated and creeped out by storms, even when I was a kid. I've lived on or relatively near a coastline for most of my life and have always understood the terror of any tropical storm. But Christ, reading something like that when you can look out at the sea and realize how easily it can swarm and take you is chilling. There's a specific moment where, during the hurricane, the already flooded Galveston Island sees the water levels rise four feet in a matter of seconds, and it spells out the reality that, "This wasn't a wave, this was the sea itself." There effectively was no more island at that point. Reading that from the sands while facing the Gulf had me frozen to my chair. I had to set the book down and settle my nerves.
Anyone else ever get a strong scare from a work of non-horror fiction or non-fic?
Anyone else ever get a strong scare from a work of non-horror fiction or non-fic?