Wow, wow, wow. Woke up to this...from @nekomouse...now I AM WEEPING HERE.
"I downloaded and read Irkadura tonight and despite nodding off once or twice from sheer exhaustion I just couldn't stop. That's a rare thing for me. In fact, I don't think I've ever read a book from cover to cover in a single sitting.
This was certainly not my usual genre but I'd decided that if I was going to follow you on Ello then I should at least do the decent thing and have a crack at one of your books. At first, I was somewhat horrified. Sort of stunned. At the bluntness and vulgarity. The horror of it all. I had that same sinking, cold stone in your stomach feeling that you get when you watch something terrible happen to another human being. When someone gets hit by car or suchlike. Stunned and hollow and sick but unable to look away.
The little mouse caught my attention. How ironic, I thought to myself, that I chose this book to read out of all of them.
About halfway through I resolved to go to bed but found myself making another cup of tea, and looking up herring under fur coat and Olivier salad on wikipedia. It felt like the images and the beasts were burnt into my brain. I knew I'd never sleep so I kept reading.
Now I'm sitting here, weeping like an idiot and hoping that my husband won't come in so that I don't have to explain myself weeping over a book. I can't even being to process how I feel right now. All I know is that there is only one other book that's ever moved me so deeply. I don't even know if I like the damn book. But something about it has cut deep and burnt its way inside. Crap, I don't really even know why I'm sending this. It's so weird for me, and sort of embarrassing. But there it is. As you said on your one post: I feel better now. Anyhow, I'll stop rambling now and try to get some sleep.
I wish you all the best and look forward (and perhaps a little afraid) to reading your other works."