I feel as though these last few assigned chapters were extremely dark and left me emotionally drained. After the destruction of my library, dark literary moments resignate with me the most because they ignite such strong feelings in me. House of Leaves page 430 says, “You see emptiness here is the purported familiar and your house is endlessly familiar, endlessly repetitive.” These words cut deep and perfectly reflect the brokeness I felt when reading these chapters. I have felt empy without my books for years and it is never ending. It also says on page 430, “A room without books is like a body without a soul.” This parallel to my life is uncanny and left me extremely emotional.