It was one of those rare books that grabbed me from the very first moment, the very first sentence. I’d found this book at a thrift store, or maybe a library book sale. I forget which. But I’d held onto it because, according to the cover, Stephen King said it was, “Very rich, very scary, very satisfying.”
And People Magazine had said, “Tantalizingly sinister…Dobyns hooks us from the very first sentence.”
And New York Daily News promised, “It’s unlikely there will be a better novel this season than The Church of Dead Girls.”
Did…did we read the same book?
I mean, sure, the prologue of The Church of Dead Girls, by Stephen Dobyns, was spellbinding, and the first half of the first chapter was great, but after that…well, I felt like doing this the entire time: Continue reading “The Church of Dead Girls”
Hello, 2019! A new year, a new chance to read and write a bajillion book reviews! Seeing how few times I wrote a book review last year, I…um…have a goal to read and review at least twelve books this year. Yeah…just twelve. I know, I know, some people read seventy books in a single year and then crow about it on Goodreads. But I…I’m a lot slower. I used to be able to read a book a week, just by taking Saturdays and devouring an entire 400-page book in a single sitting, but now I can’t.
I blame Twitter. Continue reading “A Torch Against the Night”
Imagine, if you will, that the human race is facing annihilation. Not from war, or global warming, or alien invasion, but from an asteroid striking Earth. And now imagine that asteroid is not striking in the distant future, when our technology allows for faster-than-light travel, but in the near future. And humanity only has ten years to prepare. How would you save the human race? Continue reading “The Third Thaw”
Nimona, by Noelle Stevenson, is a treasure. I could end my review there, but I’ll continue.
When I first saw Nimona in stores, I thought the art looked weird and immature. Yes, I was one of those comic art purists who believed every art style in comics, graphic novels, and the like should be in traditional manga or Marvel/DC art style. I’m talking the 60s-70s Steve Ditko-y style. So I thumbed my nose at it and went along. (I’m sensing a theme in my selections of slightly older books. I guess I used to be a bit of a snob. Hopefully I’ve outgrown that) Continue reading “Nimona”
The Actor and the Housewife, by Shannon Hale, is a book I didn’t know existed until I found it in a library book sale. I’d read The Goose Girl and listened to her other Books of Bayern. I knew about her Princess Academy books (though I’ve never read them because when I learned of them I was at that stage where I disliked such “girly” things as an academy for princesses). I’d even seen the film adaptation of her book Austenland. So when I ran across this book, I giggled. The premise sounded too funny. A world-famous actor and a Mormon housewife meet and, what–fall in love? Become best friends? It sounded like the perfect lighthearted comedy. Continue reading “The Actor and the Housewife”
Remember how in my last post I had to apologize to the author for taking so long to read her book. Well, it happened again. At the same time as I got a request to review The Vines We Planted, I got another request to review Kids, Camels, & Cairo by Jill Dobbe. The same depression and life events that slowed me down with Vines slowed me down with Cairo. And now it’s October.
I’m sorry for the delay. I even bought a copy of the Kindle ebook instead of relying on the file provided by Ms. Dobbe. It’s the least I could do. (Wait. I didn’t do that for Vines. I’ll be right back after I purchase a Kindle copy)
(Okay, I’m back) Continue reading “Kids, Camels, & Cairo”
When I originally said I would review The Vines We Planted, by Joanell Serra, I fully intended to read the book in a couple of days and then review it the day after. Then life happened, my world got a bit crazy (in all good ways, eventually), and I couldn’t dedicate the time I wanted to reading and reviewing books. That was back in May. Now it’s August, on the cusp of September.
I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.
But now I’m back! So let’s get started! Continue reading “The Vines We Planted”