Tuesday, February 26
More of the same, because I like it. Ashley loaned me Shadow Child, by Joseph Citro, but it has an ultra spooky cover that only gives a small hint of the evil within. I dreamt the Shadow Children were plaguing this respectable English Village. It was the perfect scary dream, like a movie that I was controlling. I can't control my dreams often, but when I can, it is intense. Can anyone else here do that?
And then, The Alienist, by Caleb Carr. Whoo. This is dark, historical, and plain nasty in parts. It's been long enough, that I'm almost ready to read it again. Well written horror/mystery is hard to find. His second book, Angel of Darkness is also satisfying, but from there he goes sci-fi and loses me.
Why do I feel like sitting here and talking about books all day? Who cares, moving on. Sci-fi. I don't like it unless its a post-apocalyptic desolation story, like The Postman, by David Brin, or The Road, by Cormac McCarthy. The Road has a slick cover too. Oprah made this book trendy, but at least I found it before she slapped on her sticker. I also like the occasional alien story, like Stranger in a Strange Land, but I don't want to hear about robots, fantastical creatures, or inter-galactic politics. Bo-Ring.
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