I needed some young adult in my life after reading Lolita.
WHOOOOOAAAA what a horrible way to phrase that.
And yet I left it so you could read it and be mortified with me and for me.
Anyway: I love YA novels that have heart. And murder. Lots and lots of murder. And mystery. But mostly murder.
Is something wrong with me? Who knows. But this book was SO. DAMN. GOOD.
This book is about how Eden who had a pretty good life (talking good parents, nice house, just above middle class upbringing) until the revolution happened and then she was left with only a handful of relics and clues from her dad about where a secret island is. That which is a sanctuary to all those who reach it. Far from the horrible daily grind of living in a hellish world.
This book was part thriller, part female empowerment, and part suspense.
And I believe there was a hot ginger in there somewhere that had me happily trailing along through this book.
Read this if you were into The Hunger Games. Because it’s sort of like that but somehow more mature? I don’t know.
Can’t wait to read more!
I’m really enjoying these in between books I’ve been choosing to give myself a break from the Game of Thrones series.
This book was pretty decent, it’s about a bored New York mother who moved to the suburbs in order to keep her family safer and happier and the end result is that she is starting to lose herself and hates everything about where she is and what she’s doing.
And then there is a murder in the neighbourhood and she tries to solve it.
It was pretty interesting and good for a brain break and I felt like she was a real person that I would meet at the supermarket or the park. Run down, tired as all hell, and thinks that the other mothers are basically stepford wives.
It was an easy read and I really had no idea who had committed the murder until they gave the smallest hint of a hint of a hint. And looking back on the book, it made total sense as to who it was, but they were so well hidden that you wouldn’t suspect.
It was nice, I look forward to reading more of her books.
I’m not going to lie to you: I don’t remember much of this book. I’m not a short story person. I’m just not. And when they have ridiculous murders and things like that I’m really not into it. Which is sad because I really thought that I would like Agatha Christie’s stuff.
It’s kind of like meeting your hero and finding out they are a bit of a douchebag. I just found out that a writer that I thought I would love doesn’t inspire me much and isn’t a complete genius. Which really troubles me. I’m sure that I will find eventually one that I absolutely adore, but I’m not really into the “Whodunnit” kind of thing right now so I think that maybe in the future I’ll love something else of hers.
This one starts out with a murder in a hotel, people are bitches, there’s a snowstorm, everyone thinks it was someone else and then it ….
Oh my God. Just as I’m writing about it I’m remembering what I read. THIS short story I liked because the ending blew my mind.
This just goes to show you that I shouldn’t review books months after reading them.
The rest of the short stories in there weren’t the greatest, but this one and the Tape Measure Murder one were pretty good.
I think I need to write “constant vigilance” on my bookshelf to remind myself to write these right after I read them.
But I can guarantee that things like Divergent and Stephen King books would just be a lot of screaming.
Joe Morelli inherited his house from his aunt and apparently his cousin is a little more than miffed at him for it. There are rumours of hidden treasure in Joe’s house, yard, and surrounding area of roughly 9 million dollars.
Hilarity ensues as always and I was happy to keep reading this next installation.
I honestly don’t have much more to say on it than that because I left this review too long and I pretty well forget what it was about! (I’m the worst at keeping things updated. Seriously. I have a problem.)
But my brain is already in Summer Mode, which means we’ve shucked away the guise that we’ll be reading serious books for the next few months as it’s just too damn hot and sunny to care about my brain becoming smarter.
Constant vigilance: No thank you.
Su-spense. This book starts out with someone taking a machine gun to a bunch of innocents in a mall. Quite obviously you realize this book is going to be a thriller and scare the hell out of you.
Special Agent Margaret Lukas has to call on a retired FBI document examiner Parker Kincaid in order to help with the case against one calling his friend The Digger. This man comes up with some creepy names for his villains, eh? The Digger, The Coffindancer, The Watchmaker. Freaky deaky!
Anyway, so the accomplice to the Diggers murders leaves them a note saying that The Digger will continue to kill mass amounts of people every four hours unless they give him a certain amount of money. Typical greedy villains.
This plot already gets my heart pumping just reading it and then the plot thickens and stuff gets really insane.
Definitely read it if you are into intrigue and a real mystery. Not to mention a little love sparks, and the Mayor gets a little badass at one point.
I love these books. Brooooken record! (I was singing that to you in case we’ve never met so you don’t know that I sing everything and that I ramble incessantly so that my sentences are no longer proper and my eighth grade teacher would be so annoyed that there is no punctuation in this sentence besides the upcoming period. Bam. Have I mentioned I’m insane?)
Okay. These are so funny. Half the time I don’t even remember what they are about after I’ve read them, but I know that I genuinely like the characters and the stories are interesting while I’m reading it.
This book is about an old retired mob guy who is smuggling some cigarettes. Or so it seems. Somehow Stephanies friends from high school (Dougie and Mooner) get involved with this and Dougie goes missing. (Kidnapping is thought to be the cause.)
This story has so many flips and turns it’ll keep you interested.
It was so good that I bought the next four! Worth the read, not just this one, but the whole series.
It’s pretty much a given that when anyone talks about Ed Gein I get shivers up my spine. I have a strong aversion to murderers and serial killers.
But I have this sickness where I need to read about them. I need to know what makes these people tick…how to spot them…I think my subconscious is trying to make me into a criminal profiler.
I watch Bones too often and I have a thing for Dr. Sweets.
Where was I going with this?
Ed Gein, serial killer who made lampshades and belts out of body parts. Lived in filth (with bones and parts everywhere all over the floor) and was considered a simpleton by people in his town.
This is why I trust no one.
Thankfully this book was short, but there was something other than the obvious real life story that happened here that creeped me the hell out. It’s a picture that is in the books that really got to me. I can’t get it out of my head. It makes me pained and angry just to think about it.
It’s a picture of Bernice Worden. Just talking about it makes me want to cry.
Gein had strung her up upside down like a pig in his shed and cut her from vagina right down to her chest. It is understandably the most gruesome thing I’ve ever seen and I can’t believe that her living relatives (if there are any, even if they didn’t know her personally) would allow this to be put into a book.
I was just reading along and turned the page and was immediately traumatized by this image.
I’ll never get it out of my head and I so wish that I could. (I folded the paper over with a warning so if my siblings were to read this book they wouldn’t be shocked and would have time to prepare.)
I can’t tell you if you should read this book. It was well written, but the subject is grossly disturbing.