Inside Job was another novella I picked up from the Subterranean Press Humble Bundle (Like Amityville Horrible), and it deals with spiritualists and spiritualism, but that’s about it for what the two books have in common.
Crazy like Heaven
Since I was a bit disappointed with the last couple of books I read (one quite a bit more than the other), I thought it was time to go Crazy for a while. Good old Crazy. I love Crazy. I know I shouldn’t. It’s a small, backwater, two-stoplight one-horse kind of town. (Kindle Edition, Location 42)
A Disaster at the end of this Book
I picked up this novella as part of a Humble Bundle sale, because there were other books I was more interested in reading. But it’s short (99 pages) and I figured since I just finished reading something a little bit on the heavier side I could use a little light reading. Alas. This was not the book I hoped it would be.
For The Love of Self (but not self-love)
I haven’t ever considered myself much of a collector. I had things I collected, but I’ve never been really obsessed with having or collecting (well, except once but I think that had more to do with sibling rivalry than anything else). And the idea of “collecting” things just to have them never really occurred to me as a possibility. And yet I still own books from when I was a very small child, and have spent a fair amount of time hunting down the Dragonflight and Harper […]
Quoth the Raven “Oh, God, What for?” – Supernatural: Nevermore
So…I paid for and read authorized Supernatural fanfiction. It wasn’t the worst thing I’ve ever read. But it wasn’t the best, either. I can’t decide if I’m curious enough to read more or not. I may just stick with AO3. Here there be .gifs and .jpgs. Because of course there are.
Where were you when the world ended?
“[…]All he needed was a little faith.” “In humanity?” Ginger asked dryly. [Lacey] met his gaze directly. “Don’t be ridiculous. In the circus.” — Location 2587, Kindle Edition I haven’t stayed up until the wee hours of the morning to finish a book since I was in my 20s. A Circus of Brass and Bone, however, not only kept me up most of the night reading but also proves that not all circuses/carnivals in fiction are questionable at the least, creepy on average, and downright evil […]