Every year around this time, my friend and fellow blogger Alison mentions that she is taking part in a yearly reading challenge (this year, it has been termed an event) called R.I.P. This delightfully spooky happening, hosted by Carl of Stainless Steel Droppings, asks readers and bloggers to commit to “imbibing all things ghastly and ghostly” during the months of September and October and then to share what they’ve read with others. Seeing as I have a taste for these types of entertainment all year round and I always read/watch more creepiness in October than any other month, I figured this had to be the year that I stop just watching from the sidelines and actually participate. Continue reading
Wowzers, it’s been a while! I know, I know: I’m a bad blog-father. I won’t bother trying to defend myself. Rather, I submit here to you, Internet, a review of Michel Faber’s Under The Skin, an excellent novel I just finished reading, published first on my Goodreads account. This novel blew me away.
As an English major and a library science graduate student, it’s pretty obvious that I have a thing for books. I don’t quite feel complete unless I have a book (usually more like three or four) on my bedside table in various states of completion. My taste in books is vast and varied, as I love the annoyingly-titled “contemporary fiction” genre, short stories and classic literature as well as graphic novels, campy thrillers and horror novels. The only thing I never really took a liking to was nonfiction. Truth seemed just so much more boring than the sweeping worlds of fiction! Continue reading