I love my Dad. Well, that's probably obvious, because he's my dad. But I wouldn't swap him for the world. So don't ask me. But I love my Dad even more at the moment. Why? Well, I was a bit (Ok very) worried that when the book is finished and sent off, a sick bag would come back considering the amount of blood and guts in at the moment and the fact that it possibly only half-way through. Voiced concerns to dad last night. Maybe the whole tearing chest open, ripping still beating heart from body and eating it bit was going just a bit too far? According to dad, it isn't. Dad is a BIG horror book fan - Stephen King, Dean Koontz, Shaun Hutson, you name it he's probably read it (a bit like mum with Catherine Cookson, really). I'm a horror novice. So the book isn't in the least too gory to be read by the general public, according to dad. After the book conversation we got stated on the whole if you wrote about what you know, would books like Lord of the Rings have been written? That then got us onto discussing the whole concept of an expanding universe - the universe isn't actually expanding, we're just finding new bits all the time. And then comes my usual question when we start that discussion - What was there before the Big Bang? Because you can't get something from nothing, so obviously there was something there for our universe to come into existance. We don't have these sort of conversations often, because they normally occur at about half two in the morning, just before I decide that I really should think about going to bed.
The book's not too gory!!!!