The Troop by Nick Cutter

Once a year, scoutmaster Tim Riggs leads a troop of boys into the Canadian wilderness for a three-day camping trip; a tradition as comforting and reliable as a good ghost story and a roaring bonfire. But when an unexpected intruder — shockingly thin, disturbingly pale, and voraciously hungry — stumbles upon their campsite, Tim and the boys are exposed to something far more frightening than any tale of terror. The human carrier of a bioengineered nightmare. An inexplicable horror that spreads faster than fear. A harrowing struggle for survival that will pit the troop against the elements, the infected … and one another.

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Read from October 1, 2020 – October 4, 2020

*originally posted on October 4, 2020, but WordPress was being a turd and it got deleted and went back to my drafts somehow*

ring…ring…ring…beeeep

Hi, thanks for calling, sorry I can’t come to the phone right now. I’m currently unable to take your call because I’ve been stuck in therapy since reading this book. I’ll call you back as soon as possible, but it’ll probably be a while.

Misery by Stephen King

Novelist Paul Sheldon has plans to make the difficult transition from writing historical romances featuring heroine Misery Chastain to publishing literary fiction. Annie Wilkes, Sheldon’s number one fan, rescues the author from the scene of a car accident. The former nurse takes care of him in her remote house, but becomes irate when she discovers that the author has killed Misery off in his latest book. Annie keeps Sheldon prisoner while forcing him to write a book that brings Misery back to life.

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Read from October 13, 2020 – October 15, 2020

Mr. King, I’d like to apologize on behalf of all readers. I know we can get a little fanatic about books sometimes, but I swear that we’re not all like Annie. Sure, maybe there have been times when I’ve been tempted to send an angry tweet or something like that, but I am definitely not crazy enough to do what Annie did. Besides, even if I really wanted to, you know, kidnap and torture an author because I was upset with one of their books, then I probably wouldn’t be able to because I don’t actually have a guest bedroom nor an endless supply of drug samples. See? Impossible. *vague noises that are definitely not coming from the basement and definitely do not sound like the author of The Last Time I Lied*

Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again . . .

The novel begins in Monte Carlo, where our heroine is swept off her feet by the dashing widower Maxim de Winter and his sudden proposal of marriage. Orphaned and working as a lady’s maid, she can barely believe her luck. It is only when they arrive at his massive country estate that she realizes how large a shadow his late wife will cast over their lives–presenting her with a lingering evil that threatens to destroy their marriage from beyond the grave.

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Read from September 9, 2020 – September 10, 2020

this book: patiently sitting on my bookshelf waiting to be read me: ignoring it for 2+ years until I see there’s a Netflix trailer and then finishing it in 2 days

Literally not even an alien invasion would’ve been able tear me away from this book while I was reading those last few chapters. If someone were to try to take it away from me at that time I probably would’ve started hissing or something.

The Hound of the Baskervilles (Sherlock Holmes #5) by Arthur Conan Doyle

We owe The Hound of the Baskervilles (1902) to Arthur Conan Doyle’s good friend Fletcher “Bobbles” Robinson, who took him to visit some scary English moors and prehistoric ruins, and told him marvelous local legends about escaped prisoners and a 17th-century aristocrat who fell afoul of the family dog. Doyle transmogrified the legend: generations ago, a hound of hell tore out the throat of devilish Hugo Baskerville on the moonlit moor. Poor, accursed Baskerville Hall now has another mysterious death: that of Sir Charles Baskerville. Could the culprit somehow be mixed up with secretive servant Barrymore, history-obsessed Dr. Frankland, butterfly-chasing Stapleton, or Selden, the Notting Hill murderer at large? Someone’s been signaling with candles from the mansion’s windows. Nor can supernatural forces be ruled out. Can Dr. Watson–left alone by Sherlock Holmes to sleuth in fear for much of the novel–save the next Baskerville, Sir Henry, from the hound’s fangs?

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Read from September 7, 2020 – September 8, 2020

I imagine that the feeling Watson gets when Sherlock tasks him to watch over Baskerville Hall and its baronet alone is akin to that which one gets when their mom leaves them alone in line at the grocery store…pure, unadulterated terror.

Peril at End House (Hercule Poirot #8) by Agatha Christie

Hercule Poirot is vacationing on the Cornish coast when he meets Nick Buckly. Nick is the young and reckless mistress of End House, an imposing structure perched on the rocky cliffs of St. Loo.

Poirot has taken a particular interest in the young woman who has recently narrowly escaped a series of life-threatening accidents. Something tells the Belgian sleuth that these so-called accidents are more than just mere coincidences or a spate of bad luck. It seems all too clear to him that someone is trying to do away with poor Nick, but who? And, what is the motive? In his quest for answers, Poirot must delve into the dark history of End House. The deeper he gets into his investigation, the more certain he is that the killer will soon strike again. And, this time, Nick may not escape with her life. 

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Read from September 2, 2020 – September 3, 2020

Okay. Wow. That was amazing…I think? No, yeah, it was, for sure. This isn’t really going to be a review, more so just me talking about some of the crazy stuff that goes on in this book.