Carrie is a classic horror novel that even if you haven’t read the book or seen the infamous 1976 film you know what happens. Carrie White, school misfit and punching bag, gets her first period in the girls locker room and is ridiculed by her classmates and later by her overly religious mother who believes Carrie is full of sin. This ends up resulting in Carrie learning/remembering she has telekinetic abilities which she strengthens. Carrie later ends up being invited to prom, which is one she and pop culture will remember forever. Continue reading
It’s happening again. I don’t know when it started up again only that it was slow and creeping like a sickness that spreads. I looked at myself in the mirror one morning and wondered how anyone could ever stand to look at me, how it’s no wonder that no one ever wants to look again. Continue reading
I remember I started reading this book on September 23rd for significant reasons to the plot that I’ll get into later and that it took me a long time to finish. In fact, I completely forgot to write a review for this book because Summerlong is a forgettable read, and that’s a hard thing for me to say as a longtime lover of Peter S. Beagle’s work. Continue reading
Hello all! It’s still November and that means it’s still NaNoWriMo and I thought, why not use today’s blog post to give an update on that?
I mean, it’s going pretty well, suspiciously well if I do say so myself. So far for my NaNo project I’m at 18,559 which is about a thousand words over what I should have per day and I’m pretty proud of that. Usually I’m scarping the words along, trying to make the 1667 words per day so it’s nice to be over as a safety net just in case (knock on wood). I’m still enjoying the story I’m writing though it’s definitely getting harder to right the more I go into it. The idea is there, I know what I want to happen though some parts are murkier than others, but I’m a pantser meaning I don’t plan I just go with the flow (which is terrifying and I hate/love it). I’m excited to go further and force myself to confront the more difficult parts of the story, but I’m also worried that I’ll hit a wall and that I won’t be able to go any further. Continue reading
I wanted to like this book so much. It’s Canadian, it gives off a completely creepy vibe, what more do I really need in a book? More than Wangersky can provide apparently. Continue reading
Well it’s November and that means a couple of things. First it means we’re back to our regularly scheduled blog posts, which means one personal post every Monday with a possible book review thrown in later to mix it up. While the hybrid Inktober thing was a pretty fun exercise I’m not sure if I’d do it again, it was just too much pressure sometimes to write during certain days, and to do it every day when that’s the whole goal of NaNoWriMo it was definitely a lot. Which of course brings me to the second thing November brings, NaNoWriMo. Continue reading
I love Shakespeare, some might say in an unhealthy amount (cough cough my sister cough cough). So naturally when I found out this book was all about Shakespearean obsessed undergrad actors and also murder, I knew it was a story right up my alley. Continue reading
Well, I may have complained about some of the other prompts but today’s is definitely the most difficult, at least from my perspective. Why? Well the whole point of Inktober is drawing, and since I’ve been doing a weird writing challenge instead, a Witchsona doesn’t really translate over well. Continue reading
I don’t know a lot about comic books and superheroes. I enjoy the stories, I’ve seen almost every movie in the Marvel Cinematic Universe and can throw around the names of different superheroes from DC and Marvel to a handful of X-Men whose powers I learned about who I thought were pretty cool. But I’m not an expert by any means, just some basic knowledge. Continue reading
October is almost done! Whoda thunk it?
When I was very little, before I could swim, my dad used to play a game with us in the pools at the hotels we’d stay at for vacations. We would hang on tight to the walls of the pool and move ourselves along the perimeter in the water while our dad stood behind us, ready to catch us in case one of us slipped in. Despite being in the water we weren’t swimming, just clinging to the edge of the pool and moving ourselves slowly by sliding our hands and pressing our feet against the walls and moving ourselves. We called it playing Spiderman after my sister and I had watched some of the old 60s cartoons and pretended we were climbing the walls like he was. Continue reading
Sarah O'Connor 