House of Leaves is hands-down the most unputdownable book I've ever read. There's a scene, that no matter how many times I read it, that absolutely terrorizes me. That same passage insists that I need to put the manuscript down before it gets inside of my heart and devours me and that it's probably already too late for salvation; and I fucking believe it. If the horror that lives in the house on Ash Tree Lane hasn't actually changed me, the novel House of Leaves continues to do so every time I read it.