Book Review: Night Film, by Marisha PesslBook Review: Night Film, by Marisha Pessl by vampirekiki
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Premise from Goodreads.com: Everybody has a Cordova story. Cult horror director Stanislas Cordova hasn't been seen in public since 1977. To his fans he is an engima. To journalist Scott McGrath he is the enemy. To Ashley he was a father.
On a damp October night the body of young, beautiful Ashley Cordova is found in an abandoned warehouse in lower Manhattan. Her suicide appears to be the latest tragedy to hit a severely cursed dynasty.
For McGrath, another death connected to the legendary director seems more than a coincidence. Driven by revenge, curiosity and a need for the truth, he finds himself pulled into a hypnotic, disorientating world, where almost everyone seems afraid.
The last time McGrath got close to exposing Cordova, he lost his marriage and his career. This time he could lost his grip on reality.
ONCE WE FACE OUR DEEPEST FEARS, WHAT LIES ON THE OTHER SIDE?
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The sickness began on a frigid Tuesday afternoon as I was sitting in math class, manifesting itself as an agonizing migraine drilling through my skull. I could not leave quick enough once class was finished, and I staggered out to my mother’s car. I was breathless by then, and it was hard for me to stand up straight as I broke out in a cold sweat, despite the winter temperature.
When I got home, nothing could have prepared me for the unsettling daze that left me weak and disoriented as I clawed my way upstairs and collapsed on my bed. It was difficult to breathe and nearly impossible to think; the familiar became unknown, while the ordinary turned sinister and threatening.
The cold became unbearable now, and I whimpered in terror, fearing that I would