Has anyone ever read a really good book that was written in Present Tense (no, I do NOT mean "Present Day" or "In the Present")?
For example: "Susan trots down the stairs to the basement while humming an indistinct tune. She turns on the light and notices a strange, dark liquid seeping from under the door. Suddenly she is filed with dread and realizes that it is blood." That sort of thing.
I just have this idea that no good book could possibly be written in the present tense, and I would like to be proved wrong.
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