Later, as an adult, the ones that really set me on fire were The Gift and Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson, Love and Rockets by Jaime Hernandez, and Stephen King and JRR Tolkein again, over and over.

She was really excellent

To be clear I’m not nitpicking here, I’m not trying to do a cinemasins or whatever. This legit took me out of the movie, I spent the whole first half til homeboy gets autopsied being like “yeah but why do you have that, how do you know each other, what the hell are you all doing in the Antarctic”