Sometimes Lovecraft seems like he just published anything that made it from his head to paper, huh? Lol

I have a Dean Koontz book that I recently realized I only crack open when I get on a plane, maybe once a year. I don’t remember what it’s called, but it’s the one about the apartment building that is built on a thin spot between two dimensions. Shadow Street, maybe? It has good qualities, but it’s not particularly gripping. I can only stay focused on it when I’m trapped in an airplane with no other distractions. I’ve been reading it for… Three years? Four years? Something like that.

I found I had to mostly ignore the footnotes and weird side panels, and just focus on following the story about the house. I had intended a second pass to read the story/footnotes from the guy that found the writing about the house, but I had to return the book before I managed.