Still, this book is something solid that Eddie can hold in his hands, real proof that queer people exist, that he exists. Nothing good is coming to the women in this book—honestly, they’ll be lucky if the house doesn’t eat them or do whatever it is evil houses do in scary books. But they exist, and Mark noticed they exist, and Eddie can look at the words printed on the page and at Mark’s perfect penmanship and know that he isn’t alone.
