Sarah O'Connor

Writer – Playwright – Cannot Save You From The Robot Apocalypse

I received this book from Playwrights Canada Press in exchange for an honest review. “A girl in the body of a woman. Stuck between this world and another. Longing to be human again,” (Rutherford 7). A woman runs into her former groomer and is surprised by her reaction when she sees him. In order to try to …

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I received this book from The Next Best Book Club in exchange for an honest review. “There are times when the man does not remember who he is, or how he came to be here. Times when he seems to act out the script of a desire that is not his own,” (Kendall 4). James Burke mysteriously …

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“I’m a coward. I run from knowing everything…I can’t grasp death. The immensity, the finality, if you don’t believe there’s a place where someone is waiting for you. I don’t know what to do with something so immovable. To know you can see someone only by looking back,” (Jackson 284). Things have been rough for twenty-four …

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“We live in a world where exceptional women have to sit around waiting for mediocre men,” (Jenkins Reid 297). After Nicki Chan matches Carrie Soto’s record of twenty Grand Slam titles in tennis, she decides to come out of retirement. At thirty-seven, she’s the oldest woman tennis player to do so, but Carrie Soto is determined …

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“We didn’t wonder where the magic came from, or why it worked. We never asked ourselves, Is this ours to take? We were three damp ducklings, green as leaves, believing with all our crooked hearts that we were the ones writing this story,” (Albert 97). Right now in the suburbs, seventeen-year-old Ivy’s summer begins with a …

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After getting a call from her estranged, dying mother to come home Vera Crowder does, because that’s what a good daughter would do. But home means the Crowder House, the house her father built, and though Vera felt much comfort there growing up it has it’s own bodies buried there, literally. Because Vera is the …

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“I am lonely, of course. I’m so lonely I could make a map of my loneliness,” (Mellors 126). A few hours before midnight on New Year’s Eve, twenty-four-year-old British painter Cleo meets forty-five-year-old advertising CEO Frank and there is an instant connection. Frank is enchanted by Cleo’s beauty and artistic nature while Cleo is impressed …

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I received this book from The Next Best Book Club in exchange for an honest review. “I had a kinky sex dream about Alex Trebek. It wasn’t all bad, but then again, I can remember only snippets of it. Running my fingers through his gray hair. I answered him, “What is the meaning of life?” And he …

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“The dead don’t walk,” (Kingfisher 113). Retired soldier Alex Easton has received a letter from their childhood friend Madeline Usher saying that she is dying. Alex heads to the imposing old house of Usher and finds horrid smelling mushrooms on the grounds, strange hares that disturb the people around the land, and an oddly glowing lake. …

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I received this book from The Next Best Book Club in exchange for an honest review. “Sometimes I think we wound people just to see if we’re capable of wounding them. Or maybe we do it to see if they’re capable of being wounded,” (Cromley 55). It’s 1990 and seventeen-year-old Kirby Russo has finally found peace. Attending …

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