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Monday, October 7, 2013
Happy Book-o-ween!
October is by far and wide the best month of the year. Think about it, the weather is cooling down just enough that you can finally wear those cute boots you bought last year on end-of-season clearance, the trees turn beautiful colors, there's an earthy breeze in the air, and at the end of the month you get to dress up as the thing you wish you could be all year long but know people would judge you for. 'Cause let's face it, wearing a tiara and prom dress covered in [fake] blood to Target would not go over well. Re: image below.
(While this ”Prom Night” look was a hit at the party I attended last year, not so much at McD's drive-in.)
So, in honor of the best--and most fabulously haunted--month of the year, I've hunted down a spooktastic to-reads list to help everyone celebrate Book-o-ween.
1. We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson - Monsters and ghouls not your thing? Spend All Hallows' Eve with a "normal" family that will creep you out so bad you'll be begging for a pack of werewolves to take you away.
2. The Evolution of Mara Dyer by Michelle Hodkin (Disclaimer: If you haven't read the first book in this trilogy, you'll have some creeptastic back reading to do.) An unreliable narrator. A hot boy with an accent. Psych wards. What's not to love?
3. Cryer’s Cross by Lisa McMann - This Slim Jim reads like a literary The Blair Witch Project. It's a slow burn, but the fire is blood-red hot in the end.
4. Warm Bodies by Issac Marion - If you saw this movie, forget everything you think you know. This book blew my brain right out of my head...in a good way.
5. Wicked Girls by Stephanie Hemphill - The only thing more wicked than a witch are a group of attention-starved girls in colonial Salem.
Bonus picture book pick: Zombelina by Kristyn Crow - Arabesques are a piece of cake when your leg comes off!
Happy reading...if you dare!
B*
1. We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson - Monsters and ghouls not your thing? Spend All Hallows' Eve with a "normal" family that will creep you out so bad you'll be begging for a pack of werewolves to take you away.
2. The Evolution of Mara Dyer by Michelle Hodkin (Disclaimer: If you haven't read the first book in this trilogy, you'll have some creeptastic back reading to do.) An unreliable narrator. A hot boy with an accent. Psych wards. What's not to love?
3. Cryer’s Cross by Lisa McMann - This Slim Jim reads like a literary The Blair Witch Project. It's a slow burn, but the fire is blood-red hot in the end.
4. Warm Bodies by Issac Marion - If you saw this movie, forget everything you think you know. This book blew my brain right out of my head...in a good way.
5. Wicked Girls by Stephanie Hemphill - The only thing more wicked than a witch are a group of attention-starved girls in colonial Salem.
Bonus picture book pick: Zombelina by Kristyn Crow - Arabesques are a piece of cake when your leg comes off!
Happy reading...if you dare!
B*
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Rock & Read
In case you missed the slew of Facebook posts/Tweets I rattled off this week, Gayle Forman's sequel to 2009's If I Stay called Where She Went came out on Tuesday and I went into full on Tortured-Smexy Rocker Obsession mode. The sequel switches POVs so we get (Stay's main character, Mia's then BF) Adam's side of the story that began three years earlier (in book time) when she was in a comma debating whether to die or stay.
So, I've spent all week trying to figure out why I have TSRO (Tormented-Smexy Rocker Obsession) and why there is no cure (of which I would refuse if it existed). I mean, if you break it down, the TSR is an overly sensitive pretty boy that will most likely use up your $30 Bedhead products without asking. He'll pull off the just-got-out-of-bed look that will have you cursing the hour long daily getting ready regiment that is required of a rock girlfriend and wear sunglasses everywhere. (Ok, I have to admit that part is hot.) At some point in his career he will become a smoker/over drinker/pill popper, which would be an unequivocal deal breaker with any normal guy. And there's always that looming question: does he love "the music" more than me?
Even after rattling off TSR's faults, I find myself twisting them into enduring vulnerabilities that only make me love him more. I actually feel bad for the TSRO clean now! So, I plan to infect you with a highly contagious strain of TSR eye candy. And...go!
(Jared Leto from 30 Seconds to Mars should pretty much seal the deal, but I'll keep going.)
(Kings of Leon's Caleb Followill's voice. 'Nuf said.)
(Gavin Rossdale may be the source of my infection back in 1998 when Bush inexplicably played Michigan four times in one tour. Yes, he was shirtless for all four shows.)
(Maroon 5's Adam Levine is pretty much TSRO rolled up in a tat'd piano/guitar playing smokin' package.)
To thank me for the eye candy, you can tell me about your TSROs. Who's your fav fictitiously delish literary (or real) rocker guy? (Oh come, on, you know you're rockin' the infection after those pics!) Mine are Cole St. Clair of NARKOTIKA in Maggie Stiefcater's Linger and, of course, Adam Wilde of Shooting Star in If I Stay/Where She Went. Now hit me with yours.
P.S. I highly recommend reading all mentioned novels!
B*
So, I've spent all week trying to figure out why I have TSRO (Tormented-Smexy Rocker Obsession) and why there is no cure (of which I would refuse if it existed). I mean, if you break it down, the TSR is an overly sensitive pretty boy that will most likely use up your $30 Bedhead products without asking. He'll pull off the just-got-out-of-bed look that will have you cursing the hour long daily getting ready regiment that is required of a rock girlfriend and wear sunglasses everywhere. (Ok, I have to admit that part is hot.) At some point in his career he will become a smoker/over drinker/pill popper, which would be an unequivocal deal breaker with any normal guy. And there's always that looming question: does he love "the music" more than me?
Even after rattling off TSR's faults, I find myself twisting them into enduring vulnerabilities that only make me love him more. I actually feel bad for the TSRO clean now! So, I plan to infect you with a highly contagious strain of TSR eye candy. And...go!
(Jared Leto from 30 Seconds to Mars should pretty much seal the deal, but I'll keep going.)
(Kings of Leon's Caleb Followill's voice. 'Nuf said.)
(Gavin Rossdale may be the source of my infection back in 1998 when Bush inexplicably played Michigan four times in one tour. Yes, he was shirtless for all four shows.)
(Maroon 5's Adam Levine is pretty much TSRO rolled up in a tat'd piano/guitar playing smokin' package.)
To thank me for the eye candy, you can tell me about your TSROs. Who's your fav fictitiously delish literary (or real) rocker guy? (Oh come, on, you know you're rockin' the infection after those pics!) Mine are Cole St. Clair of NARKOTIKA in Maggie Stiefcater's Linger and, of course, Adam Wilde of Shooting Star in If I Stay/Where She Went. Now hit me with yours.
P.S. I highly recommend reading all mentioned novels!
B*
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