This week’s True Crime Tuesday is going to be a little bit different. I’m right in the middle of INTO THE BLACK NOWHERE by Meg Gardiner and it’s, let’s say, inspiring me. The novel is heavily influenced by my favourite serial killer (“favourite” in a most interesting way, not “favourite” in a fangirl way), Ted Bundy.
Charming, kind of handsome, smart but a fucking sick psycho serial killer who confessed to 30 murders and pulled off a not one, but two prison breaks? It doesn’t get much more stunningly notorious than that.
Queen Gardiner opens the novel with one of Bundy’s most famous quotes:
“We serial killers are your sons, we are your husbands, we are everywhere. And there will be more of your children dead tomorrow.”
“Murder is not about lust and it’s not about violence. It’s about possession. When you feel the last breath of life coming out of the woman, you look into her eyes. At the point, it’s being God.”
“I don’t wanna die, I’m not gonna lie to you I admit that and I’m not asking for clemency, I’m not asking for forgiveness, I’m not asking for sympathy. I know they’re gonna kill me sooner or later. You don’t need to worry about that but there’s a lot of crimes I can solve if the state can just see fit to make me live two or three years longer, I mean look, I know I’m not like other people, I know I can’t feel sympathy for other people but I’m still human.”
“I deserve, certainly, the most extreme punishment society has and society deserves to be protected from me and from others like me, that’s for sure.”
For this week’s post, let’s see what other serial killers have had to say…
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Thomas & Mercer | 2017
I hate writing reviews for novels that didn’t get me fired up one way or the other.
Gushing reviews are easy. Angry reviews are fun.
But a blah review?
I mean, it’s well, blah, and it doesn’t give me the creative spark to live up to my potential as a sassy reviewer ’round these parts.
Sooooo yeaahhhhh….I’m having a hard time deciding how I feel about this offering by T.R. Ragan.
You’ve got all the makings of success in my eyes, typically: A female P.I., a personal mystery, an interesting sub-plot and a serial killer on the loose.
Those are some big plot lines that have half the magic built right into them, all the author needs to do is throw in a little glitter and fire. Somehow this novel manages to be just okay – it’s missing the glitter and fire.
I see a lot of reviews calling it a fast-paced thriller and um…
Continue reading “Review: Her Last Day (Jessie Cole, #1) by T.R. Ragan”
Century | 2016
Literally two of my three book-related New Years Resolutions for 2018 were to stop reading James Patterson and I’ve already failed. It’s only March! What is wrong with me?!
Don’t answer that.
My only consolation is that this wasn’t totally fucking awful.
Candice Fox is an excellent writer on her own. She’s obviously the reason this book is at least relatively well written, if not still an emotional flatliner that is full of logic-holes.
It maintains the typical Patterson style of short chapters and colourful characters who lack depth, plus the typical “detective chasing a serial killer” plot that doesn’t attempt to bring anything new to the genre.
But what this book does have, which other Patterson novels don’t, is more realistic dialogue and a female lead that doesn’t irritate me because she calls everyone “butterfly” and has hugs her friends because she hasn’t seen them for a whole five minutes.
Continue reading “Review: Never Never (Detective Harriet Blue, #1) by James Patterson & Candice Fox”
Hey Nerds! I’ve got a review I should be writing, but this seemed like more fun because goddamnit I read another Patterson novel and I don’t know why I do that to myself!
I knowwwww so many people like him, but I think he’s truly shit and we are now arch nemeses.
So, let’s do this first before I unleash my reader-anger onto that overproducing book machine. (These questions came from somewhere floating around on Goodreads.)
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It’s hump day, lovers!
Halfway through the week, I’m starting to look forward to the weekend. I try not to wish my life away, to enjoy each moment even if I’m at work or rushing to appointments. It can be hard to appreciate that I’m alive, I’m healthy and able and fortunate to be where I am in life – but I make an effort to try if I feel myself slipping into ungrateful thoughts.
But at the same time, I fucking can’t wait for Saturday!
Where there’s just books and TV and lounging with my pets and my husband. Where I get to enjoy the things that hard work through the week affords me.
I’ve been listening to the podcast Someone Knows Something. And while I do find the actual true crime cases interesting, there have been a few moments where the host, David Ridgen has touched on a couple of emotionally poignant things about why we like mysteries even though they are dark and heartbreaking. And I find those sentiments have been rattling around in my head since I heard them.
Ridgen says we love mysteries because in the end, the truth prevails.
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This is literally one of my favourite true crime stories ever.
And it’s not even a very robust one. There’s no blood or guts or dead bodies or serial killers or murder or a known villain. But it is seriously the creepiest shit out there right now and I love it.
Since it all started it has become somewhat of an Urban Legend and landed the location on Thrillist’s list of creepiest urban legends in every state. But is it an urban legend? A media hoax? A way to drive down real estate prices? Or some very real, very creepy shit? Honestly, no one knows. But as you’ll read, it has real-world implications for two families.
At this point in our earth’s history, are you even really living if you aren’t on the verge of a full-on panic attack? So let me and the Water help you live your best life by scaring the shit out of you.
Okay, here we go…
Continue reading “True Crime Tuesday: The Watcher”
I haven’t done one of these in a while…and it figures the first one I’m going to do has literally nothing to do with books!
I’m just contrary that way, I suppose.
So, really this is just a quick tag to talk about myself. Do I like to get high and watch Scooby Doo? Yes! Do I know how to immigrate someone into Canada? Yes, again!
I have so many layers. My plot thickens…
Ugh, no. Forget I said that. Just read on for a few tidbits about me and forget about my pot or how thick it is.
Continue reading “Book Tag: Anything But Books!”
Ballantine Books | 2015
This is just an OK book about O.J. Simpson.
Oh, I’m sorry, it’s not about O.J. Simpson? He’s just talked about incessantly?
So, this is a pretty good suspense-mystery that is not about O.J. Simpson.
But who are we kidding? There really is no O.J. mystery.
He did it.
Black-Eyed Susans follows Tessa, the only surviving victim of a serial killer. Known as “the lucky one”, her body was left in a ditch covered in the ominous yellow flowers and surrounded by the remains of three other women. Now 32, with a daughter, and a life she’s scraped together with determination and strength, Tessa has to face the consequences of the testimony she gave at her accused killer’s trial…because she’s not totally convinced the right man is behind bars.
But just like everyone else in the history of mystery novels, the bitch has amnesia and can’t remember what happened to her. Dun dun dunnnn…
With the execution looming, Tessa teams up with the inmate’s lawyers and forensic experts, to find the truth. Who were the other victims? Is her killer still free? Where did her best friend disappear to fifteen years ago? And who keeps planting black-eyed-susans in her garden?
And ALSO, just what do Americans think Canadian bacon is?
Continue reading “Review: Black-Eyed Susans by Julia Heaberlin”
I love this idea, created by It’s Book Talk. It’s a way to share books we love that were read forever ago, that maybe didn’t get a review posted. Or to highlight books still sitting in our TBRs that have been there a while…
…I have a lot of those, because I’m super talented at buying books and finding new books that I want to read, but my ability to read them at the same rate is like a ratio of 100:1.
It’s the thought that counts, or something…
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Hey guys, me again, your resident…I don’t know? Your resident n00b book blogger? That’s probably the most accurate.
Long time no post. And by that I mean, it’s been four days. But it’s March Break here and my stepkids are out of my house, so Husband and I have to take advantage of our conditional freedom.
I am a childless stepmother. I’m eight years younger than my husband. And I have to say, it really is a huge shock to the system to go from living alone to living with a man and his children and to no longer be able to walk to the bathroom without pants on, or have sex as loud as you like, or take a shower with the door open (my cat particularly hates this one.) So, when the house is empty, we live it up. No pants, like, ever. I was in the kitchen without pants on last night. The kitchen! Do you know the last time I did that? It’s been literal centuries.
Continue reading “Booknerd Wednesday: WWW Edition”