I'm back to reading Nightingale Songs by Simon Strantzas. I was enamored with his writing for a short while pre-burnout, but now I fall a little out of love with each story I read. There is nothing wrong with his writing, not really. The stories are just too similar. Normal guy stumbles into maddening situation, goes mad or dies, the (vague) end. More a problem with the horror genre than the writer, I guess.
Back to ignoring books.