"Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more." While moving a couple months back, my thoughts lingered on the types of homes we encounter in fiction. Some are wonderful places we wish we lived in, others are … Continue reading Book Review: The Haunting of Hill House
July is simultaneously one of my favorite and least favorite months. For one, in the south, the heat is at its all time high, humidity is nearly a solid, and there is simply not enough ice to go into one's iced tea. But it's not all bad. July means we're deep into summer. I can … Continue reading Of Summer Heat and Surprises
"...I wish I had it in me to feel remorse for the dead thing. But this was the forest, and it was winter." ~Fyere I have no words for this book. The beauty, depth, darkness and light within it, all deeply moved me. Even so, I'll do my best to review A Court of Thorns … Continue reading Book Review: A Court of Thorns and Roses
The darkness does not hurt us, it is what is in the darkness that is to be feared. If you have ever stepped on a Lego barefooted in the dark, you know -exactly- what I'm talking about.
"Problem-solving is hunting; it is savage pleasure and we are born to it." I adored the movie Silence of the Lambs when I first saw it years ago and have seen it many times since. I promised myself that one day, I would hunt down the book and read it. When I finally got around … Continue reading Book Review: The Silence of the Lambs
The month of February found me curled up in bed with either a trashcan or a box of tissues nearby. My glorious plans of a timely post and finishing chapter four of my current project were thoroughly dashed by drain on my inspiration, a stomach bug, and a week later, the flu. Needless to say, … Continue reading A Long Short Month
I promised myself I wouldn’t write a New Year’s post. This is largely because I don’t celebrate the holiday. Taking stock at New Year’s has never made sense to me personally. I’ve always had other ways to track my goals and progress. I’m also rather private about those sorts of things. After all, my heart … Continue reading This is Not a New Year’s Post
How do we measure the value of life when we can so easily warp it, twist it, and create excuses for the inexcusable, convincing ourselves we're sane? It's an odd question to be pondering at the end of a domestic thriller, but weeks after I closed the book, I'm still thinking about it.
Ah yes. November. Thoughts turn to Christmas shopping, and a good number of us Americans start thinking about Thanksgiving. Yet if you stand close to a writer there's a fair chance you'll see furrowed brows and a distracted look. Not to mention that undeniably distinctive smell of adrenaline and anxious longing. Clearly they aren't thinking … Continue reading The Most Frenzied Time of the Year
"Gentle reader, heed my plea, pray witness now this shocking tale..." Apologies for the terribly belated book review. But have one last treat before the night ends. I've been a long time lover of Jacques, and it seems a disservice to his memory to not bring to light his little book of curious short stories. … Continue reading Book Review: The Ribbajack and Other Curious Yarns