The last time my husband and I obsessively binge-watched a scary dark show was over four years ago, probably around the time our now-five-year-old twins started sleeping through the night. Back then we lived for Breaking Bad, as evidenced by this very popular blog I wrote about Breaking Bad-related reading way back when. Since then we’ve binged on a few others including Curb Your Enthusiasm, The Good Wife, Entourage, Unreal, Girls, Transparent, and The Sopranos, and as much as we enjoyed those, none of them followed us into our dreams the way Breaking Bad did. But in the last few weeks, we’ve been going to bed with the Netflix series Stranger Things, and this show has opened a can of worms inside my brain. I haven’t thought about writing another novel since I had kids, but suddenly it’s clear to me that if I ever do I’ll have to include telekinesis in the storyline. It’s just so–compelling.
If you’re not familiar with the show, Stranger Things is set in 1983 and begins with the disappearance of a young boy. His mother’s conviction that he’s still alive leads their small town into a mystery involving secret experiments, a frightening alternative universe, and a little girl named Eleven with supernatural powers ... continued