WHERE IS MY CHAPTER?
I have discovered the unappealing existence of books that have no chapters. These aren’t novellas. They are no waifs. They are thick presences that swallow you up and show you just how long the intestine really is.
Okay, I'm being cruel. There is nothing inherently wrong with a book that has no chapters. It may be the most solid piece of awesome ever to be written. I, however, am unlikely to get stuck in because an endless chasm of words frightens me. It might have brilliant structure and be unnoticeable once I start but all I can see is a pancake pile of paragraphs.
WHERE ARE MY CHAPTERS?
They're my safety nets, my golden stars. I cling to my life savers.
Yes, I am over dramatic. A book - whether it has chapters or not - will have the same length, plot and characters. Still...I can’t be the only one with this
Am I irrational? How would/do you react to a novel without chapters?