St. Martin’s Press | 2013
You guyssssssssssss, I love Charley! Sincerely, I have massive amounts of affection for her.
I wish she’d be my friend. We could get drinks together, gossip about people (both alive and dead), maybe smoke a little pot together in our pyjamas and then pass out watching Rick & Morty.
She’s just honestly one of my favourite female characters.
And really, you don’t even need to read this series from the beginning to get into it, (but it does help.) You can jump in whenever and immediately know Charley. Because her voice and her personality are clear and genuine from the beginning. Darynda Jones has her figured out and never wavers from that truth.
This time around Charley is dealing with a lot. And it starts from page one. A cheating husband, gunfire, being confronted by the police about how exactly she manages to solve cases the way that she does. Not to mention, her apartment is filled with dozens of dead blonde women who may, or may not, have been killed by a serial killer. They are the worst houseguests too – climbing her walls (literally), hanging from the ceiling (literally), straight up ignoring her requests to communicate but then also getting in the shower with her. Like you do.
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The worst mass murder in Michigan’s history is about to take place in the quiet lakeside community of Good Hart.
The Robisons, Richard and Shirley, were planning on spending their entire summer with their four children at their seasonal home. The simple log cabin sat on the shore of Lake Michigan in the north woods. Secluded among tall pines and dense woods, the cabin was nearly impossible to see from the road.
At 42 years old, Richard Robison was a successful man. He was an advertising executive who owned a magazine called ‘Impesario’. His wife, 40-year-old Shirley Robison, was a housewife. Their children, 19-year-old Richie, 16-year-old Gary, 12-year-old Randall and 7-year-old Susan had enjoyed a stable and fortunate upbringing.
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WHY YES I DO MICHAEL C. HALL.
Number One: Ted Fucking Bundy.
…Um, I haven’t figured out the rest of the list.
So, before we get into this week’s true crime story, I just want to ask: have you seen Zac Efron as Ted Bundy for the upcoming biopic “Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil and Vile“? I am shooketh.
I will admit, I definitely felt like screaming WHY GOD WHYYYYYYYYYYY when I heard Efron had been cast, but seeing this shot really calms my skepticism. I’ll reserve full judgement until I see his portrayal, but so far so good.
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Ballantine Books | 2016
Holy Nordic crime fiction, Batman!
Ughhh, please just completely ignore that I started this book review with a holy batman exclamation.
If you’re a fan of the aforementioned genre, you will love this novel. It’s really hit or miss for me, but this one is a hit.
Let’s start our bookworm asses at the beginning, shall we?
An unidentified, decapitated woman is found in the bed of a moderately famous, very wealthy CEO. And he, Jesper Orre, has seemingly disappeared.
DI Peter Lindgren is lead detective on the case. He’s a despondent, sullen character. He has an ex-wife who hates him and a troubled teenage son, whose issues could probably be traced back to his ongoing search for a connection with his father. Only time and again, he finds that Peter has been, and always will be, more interested in his job than his family.
Also lending us their insight is Hanne. She’s a former criminal profiler who has had to leave her career behind once the effects of her early onset dementia left her unable to do her job to the best of her ability. She’s stuck in a loveless marriage with a controlling man, and can’t even trust her own mind. So, when she’s asked to consult on the case of the headless woman, she says fuck it and finds her strength to make the leap into independence, despite her illness. Yas, girl! She was a total badass in a very classy, understated way. And I totally aspire to that. But for now, I’m a messy contradiction swamp demon. But still…I’m aspiring.
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It’s that time…not again…because this is a brand new blog and I’ve never made a post like this yet. But, rest assured that every Sunday from here on out will “be that time again!”
Book Nook Sunday! Whooo!
This is where my book/home envy takes hold of me and I drool over people’s homes. Sounds like fun right? (I watch a lot of HGTV and I think I’m developing a complex.)
Today’s winner is:
Would you read here? *drooling* Ugh, stupid people with amazing taste and things I don’t have.
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Thomas & Mercer | 2017
After reading this I am going to be on high alert-code orange, for any signs my darling husband is a deranged serial killer.
I mean, he has a serious deep-rooted hate for bunnies, so that’s got to be red flag number one. All I need now is to find a locked room in our house that I’m never allowed to go in, and it’s all but basically confirmed. I’m going to have to kill him.
But we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.
Stillhouse Lake by Rachel Caine is a different twist on the usual serial killer thriller. This time the killer is behind bars and the star is his ex-wife.
For the duration of their marriage, Gina Royal had no idea her seemingly doting father of a husband, Melvin, was stringing women up in the garage and doing things with the skin (Hannibal Lecter shoutout!) until a drunk driver rams into their house and reveals his last victim.
Continue reading “Review: Stillhouse Lake (Stillhouse Lake, #1) by Rachel Caine”
…and just like Trump, I’m sure the audience for my first official blog post is going to be the biggest blog crowd ever. EVER. Where’s my own personal Sean Spicer when I need him? Or like, the actual Sean Spicer. Good Ol’ Spicey doesn’t seem to be doing much these days, maybe he could use the work, here reporting on my…blog post…crowd…you know what? Never mind.
So, after much hmmm-ing and uhmmm-ing, and also sometimes not thinking about it for long stretches of time, I have decided to take my casual book blogging over from tumblr.com and create something a little bit more “hobbyist.” Bare with me as I work out the kinks…or don’t. Whatever. You do you, booboo.
I’m just here to have fun and read and be immersed in murder. Like, other people’s murders. Not my own, and certainly not ones I’m involved in. Just to be clear.
I am a textbook true crime addict, and my genre of preference when I pick up a story is anything dark and twisty, so a combination of the two is exactly what you will find around these parts.
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