Getting my Halloween Reading on.
I woke up late, with the theme song of RuPaul's Drag Race in my head. I realized I didn't have the motivation to post that, and instead dropped in front of the tv to watch more of RuPaul's Drag Race on Hulu.
The new season of The Walking Dead is shaking me up like woah, I can't even live blog it.
Glenn, baby!!! Are you alright!?!? I won't assume ANYTHING until next episode!
Okay, enough of that. Halloween is upon us this weekend and I need to get my scary!book reading on. Yesterday morning, I put aside Chloe Benjamin's The Anatomy of Dreams to finally read Bird Box by Josh Malerman.
Something is out there, something terrifying that must not be seen. One glimpse of it, and a person is driven to deadly violence. No one knows what it is or where it came from.
Five years after it began, a handful of scattered survivors remains, including Malorie and her two young children. Living in an abandoned house near the river, she has dreamed of fleeing to a place where they might be safe. Now that the boy and girl are four, it's time to go, but the journey ahead will be terrifying: twenty miles downriver in a rowboat--blindfolded--with nothing to rely on but her wits and the children’s trained ears. One wrong choice and they will die. Something is following them all the while, but is it man, animal, or monster? - Goodreads.com
Freakin' A, this was a scary one. I began this one yesterday morning, read it on my lunch and 15 minute breaks and then well into the night, finishing it around 11pm. The last three chapters left me a bit teary eyed, though not as much as last year's reading, Dark Matter: A Ghost Story did. Anywhoo, this book had been languishing on my Kindle for the last year, and now I'm like, why didn't I read this sooner?
The book opens with the protagonist Malorie deciding one foggy morning to wake her two very young children and leave their home of four years. She blindfolds them and herself before setting out to the river where they will journey by rowboat, relying only on her wits and her two young ones, whom she had practically trained since their birth to listen and listen well, and to never take off their blindfolds while outside.
Eh, I think the trailer does a better job of selling this book.
What I think made me more scared for Malorie and her children wasn't the mysterious creatures causing people to go insane once glimpsed, but other people. There's a part where they come across a motorized boat on the river and the lone man in it tries to talk Malorie into taking off their blindfolds. At the beginning he sounds affable and normal enough, it kinda makes you question Malorie's own mental well-being and you wonder if it's all just her paranoia. But when she rebuffs him, the dude suddenly turns creepy. Not gonna spoil that one.
I'm still continuing on with The Anatomy of Dreams, though reading it is like wading through molasses. I'm going to go ahead and start on John Harding's Florence and Giles, another scary one that has been on my To-Read list for a good year and a half.
While we're still on the topic of books, last week I ordered a whole lotta books from abebooks.com and they're just now starting to trickle in.
The paperback editions Picnic at Hanging Rock and Hetty Dorval are pretty slim, and I almost mistook them as Harlequin Romances in the shipping package. "Aw hells, no! I call BOOSHIT!", and then I opened them and was very relieved.
I dunno if I'm happy with the paperback edition of PaHR because of the cover (it's a still from the movie) but it's a very good Penguin edition and looks almost new, so I'm gonna keep the complaints to a min. I'm dying to read it.
The new season of The Walking Dead is shaking me up like woah, I can't even live blog it.
Glenn, baby!!! Are you alright!?!? I won't assume ANYTHING until next episode!
Okay, enough of that. Halloween is upon us this weekend and I need to get my scary!book reading on. Yesterday morning, I put aside Chloe Benjamin's The Anatomy of Dreams to finally read Bird Box by Josh Malerman.
Something is out there, something terrifying that must not be seen. One glimpse of it, and a person is driven to deadly violence. No one knows what it is or where it came from.
Five years after it began, a handful of scattered survivors remains, including Malorie and her two young children. Living in an abandoned house near the river, she has dreamed of fleeing to a place where they might be safe. Now that the boy and girl are four, it's time to go, but the journey ahead will be terrifying: twenty miles downriver in a rowboat--blindfolded--with nothing to rely on but her wits and the children’s trained ears. One wrong choice and they will die. Something is following them all the while, but is it man, animal, or monster? - Goodreads.com
Freakin' A, this was a scary one. I began this one yesterday morning, read it on my lunch and 15 minute breaks and then well into the night, finishing it around 11pm. The last three chapters left me a bit teary eyed, though not as much as last year's reading, Dark Matter: A Ghost Story did. Anywhoo, this book had been languishing on my Kindle for the last year, and now I'm like, why didn't I read this sooner?
The book opens with the protagonist Malorie deciding one foggy morning to wake her two very young children and leave their home of four years. She blindfolds them and herself before setting out to the river where they will journey by rowboat, relying only on her wits and her two young ones, whom she had practically trained since their birth to listen and listen well, and to never take off their blindfolds while outside.
Eh, I think the trailer does a better job of selling this book.
Click to viewWhat I think made me more scared for Malorie and her children wasn't the mysterious creatures causing people to go insane once glimpsed, but other people. There's a part where they come across a motorized boat on the river and the lone man in it tries to talk Malorie into taking off their blindfolds. At the beginning he sounds affable and normal enough, it kinda makes you question Malorie's own mental well-being and you wonder if it's all just her paranoia. But when she rebuffs him, the dude suddenly turns creepy. Not gonna spoil that one.
I'm still continuing on with The Anatomy of Dreams, though reading it is like wading through molasses. I'm going to go ahead and start on John Harding's Florence and Giles, another scary one that has been on my To-Read list for a good year and a half.
While we're still on the topic of books, last week I ordered a whole lotta books from abebooks.com and they're just now starting to trickle in.
The paperback editions Picnic at Hanging Rock and Hetty Dorval are pretty slim, and I almost mistook them as Harlequin Romances in the shipping package. "Aw hells, no! I call BOOSHIT!", and then I opened them and was very relieved.
I dunno if I'm happy with the paperback edition of PaHR because of the cover (it's a still from the movie) but it's a very good Penguin edition and looks almost new, so I'm gonna keep the complaints to a min. I'm dying to read it.