Stoker’s Manuscript by Royce Prouty

‘Tis the season for weddings, graduations, and…True Blood. Yes, possibly the campiest, most over the top show on television has returned. Mixing the joyous tears of lifelong commitment and sentimentality* with celebrations marking the easiest years of your life, there is a dash of vampire re-resurrection and rapidly aging human-fae babies thrown in for goodContinue reading “Stoker’s Manuscript by Royce Prouty”

In the House upon the Dirt between the Lake and the Woods by Matt Bell

A young couple gets married and moves to a distant, isolated lakeshore to begin their new life together. He hunts, she sings, and their world goes round. He begins to build their home – a house upon the dirt between the lake and the woods – and they dream of starting a family. Only lifeContinue reading “In the House upon the Dirt between the Lake and the Woods by Matt Bell”

One Year. 200 Posts.

Post 200. In some sort of splendid coincidence, my two hundredth post roughly coincides with my one year blogging anniversary, or blogoversary, as those less proper than me are wont to call it. After all, I am nothing if not grammatically correct – check out that first sentence. And I can’t tell you how manyContinue reading “One Year. 200 Posts.”

Summer Reading (or What I’ll Be Reading This Summer): A Top Ten List

This week’s top ten list (as hosted by The Broke and the Bookish): books to be read this summer. But let’s just admit what this really is – a to-do list. I actually like lists if you couldn’t tell (the ‘Lists’ tab sort of gives it away, doesn’t it?). I get quite a bit ofContinue reading “Summer Reading (or What I’ll Be Reading This Summer): A Top Ten List”

In Love by Alfred Hayes

Although there are great novelists in every era, the 1950’s had more than its fair share. Steinbeck, Kerouac, Bradbury, and the egocentric Mailer (who I’ll forever remember as the man who can’t say fuck) had all recently published novels that would become highlights of their careers – East of Eden, On the Road, Fahrenheit 451,Continue reading “In Love by Alfred Hayes”

Bad Dads: A Top Ten List

As I celebrated fiction’s worst mothers in honor of Mother’s Day, I think it’s only fair I celebrate fiction’s worst fathers for Father’s Day. In an effort to combat the sentimentality of the day, here are five spiteful, violent, or just plain neglectful fathers from fiction and music. I happen to be an expert inContinue reading “Bad Dads: A Top Ten List”

No One Could Have Guessed the Weather by Anne-Marie Casey

I can think of no better way to start a chick-lit (a term I despise) review than by quoting William S. Burroughs, ‘The American upper middle-class citizen is a composite of negatives. He is largely delineated by what he is not.’ And I am not a chick-lit reader. I think personal libraries are incredibly insightfulContinue reading “No One Could Have Guessed the Weather by Anne-Marie Casey”

The Yonahlossee Riding Camp for Girls by Anton DiSclafani

Not once did I ever have the privilege or pleasure of going to sleepaway camp. This simple fact, of course, means that I’ve romanticized this quintessential summer experience beyond all reason. Do I picture lazy days in the sun, lounging in the middle of the lake on a float, campfires, a little summer romance, andContinue reading “The Yonahlossee Riding Camp for Girls by Anton DiSclafani”

In the Tall Grass by Stephen King and Joe Hill

Maybe it’s because I started reading Stephen King at age 11. Maybe it’s because I have a darker sense of humor than the average Palahniuk fan. Maybe it’s that all of my repressed childhood issues – that I’m currently blissfully unaware of – are trying to burst forth. Whatever the reason may be, I’m rarelyContinue reading “In the Tall Grass by Stephen King and Joe Hill”

Love All by Callie Wright

Although I’ve seen many lists of words women use that men should be afraid of, I feel the need to highlight a few of the more important ones: Whatever: I do not always use it is the Clueless sense; sometimes I used it in lieu of an exclamatory curse word. Nothing: Nothing is usually something.Continue reading “Love All by Callie Wright”