Christ on a cracker, I can’t believe June is almost over.
That’s half of 2018…gone! Poof! January seemed to take fifty years to get through, but the rest of the year so far has flown by in the blink of an eye. It’s kind of depressing.
Do you have any idea how many times I’ve started and stopped a diet? How much intention I had to read X amount of books or get done X amount of things done in my house? Time just keeps on rolling no matter if we’re paying attention or not.
Still, I think this is the first time in a while where I’ve started to feel a little bit content in my life’s current status. And with summer just around the corner, I’m feeling pretty optimistic. There’s going to be peace and quiet and reading. I also have a few events to look forward to. First up: Foo Fighters in July. Then Dinosaur Jr and the Just For Laughs festival in September. For August I’m thinking of redoing my basement family room. New furniture, new flooring, new paint. Just in time for a comfy Christmas.
We’ll see how productive I’m feeling. There’s also the option to simply relax and read, taking a break from errands and responsibilities.
With that in mind, let’s get into a little bit of WWW Wednesday. What’s current, what’s coming up and what’s just finished?
🔪What did you read LAST?
I just finished In Cold Blood by Truman Capote. A review for it was posted today, and in short, I didn’t like it. Which is super disappointing because aren’t we supposed to? I just found it to be overwrought in detail and information that Capote couldn’t possibly have known.
I remember watching 8MM (like, the best Nicholas Cage movie eveerrrrrr. FIGHT ME.) and in it, Joaquin Phoenix is reading In Cold Blood, highlighting the writing. At the time, I’d heard of the book, and I thought: it must be amazing just like everyone says it is because he’s highlighting things. What can I say? I was like 14.
But now I want to know, the fuck were you highlighting Joaquin?! The six paragraphs describing what a fucking wheat field looks like???
Back of the Book: On November 15, 1959, in the small town of Holcomb, Kansas, four members of the Clutter family were savagely murdered by blasts from a shotgun held a few inches from their faces. There was no apparent motive for the crime, and there were almost no clues.
As Truman Capote reconstructs the murder and the investigation that led to the capture, trial, and execution of the killers, he generates both mesmerizing suspense and astonishing empathy. In Cold Blood is a work that transcends its moment, yielding poignant insights into the nature of American violence.
🔪What are you CURRENTLY reading?
I am almost done with The Drowned Girls by Loreth Anne White. It’s the first in a new series featuring badass-fuck up Detective Angie Pallorino and her hot-ass piece of a partner James Maddocks.
There is a classically twisted serial killer on the loose. I love the religious motivation for the crazyness. I love that this is set in Victoria B.C. I love that we’re getting a female lead that is full of rage and motivation. I love that I love this and it makes me feel like Johnathan Van Ness in my enthusiasm towards it.
Honestly, I wasn’t expecting this to be as fully erotic as it is, but for some reason, it works for me. I’m not usually a fan of sex scenes that feel like they are just there to be titillating (that’s not why I’m reading crime-fiction to be real,) but the scenes in this are actually pretty paramount to the exploration of Angie as a whole woman and the demons holding her back.
It probably doesn’t need to be as explicit as it is in its detail, and I could do without the moronic “Mr. Big Dick” nickname she gives to Maddocks, but at the same time, if you’re going to go erotic, go all the fucking way, right?
Dicks and Titties for everyone!
Back of the Book: He surfaced two years ago. Then he disappeared.
But Detective Angie Pallorino hasn’t forgotten the violent rapist who left a distinctive calling card—crosses etched into the flesh of his victim’s foreheads. When a comatose Jane Doe is found in a local cemetery, sexually assaulted, mutilated, and nearly drowned, Angie is struck by the eerie similarities to her earlier unsolved rapes. Could he be back?
Then the body of a drowned young woman, also bearing the marks of the serial rapist, floats up in the Gorge, and the hunt for a predator becomes a hunt for a killer. Assigned to the joint investigative task force, Angie is more than ready to prove that she has what it takes to break into the all-male homicide division. But her private life collides with her professional ambitions when she’s introduced to her temporary partner, James Maddocks—a man she’d met just the night before in an intense, anonymous encounter.
Together, Angie and Maddocks agree to put that night behind them. But as their search for the killer intensifies, so does their mutual desire. And Angie’s forays into the mind of a monster shake loose some unsettling secrets about her own past. How can she fight for the truth when it turns out her whole life is a lie?
🔪What will you read NEXT?
I’m super dedicated to getting through some pending NetGalley reads, so I’m going to stick with that goal and read Dead Woman Walking by Sharon Bolton. Even though I have the second book in the Angie Pallorino series just begging to be read, I want to keep things a little bit fresh around here. No one wants to see me review the same author twice in a row.
And honestly, delaying pleasure is usually worth it.
How can you not be excited for a book that involves a hot air balloon as a central part of the plot catalyst? I mean, come on! Also Scotland, yes. And being on the run, yes. I’ve never read anything by Sharon Bolton before, but I’ve heard some good things, so fingers crossed for this one.
Back of the Book: Just before dawn in the hills near the Scottish border, a man murders a young woman. At the same time, a hot-air balloon crashes out of the sky. There’s just one survivor. She’s seen the killer’s face – but he’s also seen hers. And he won’t rest until he’s eliminated the only witness to his crime. Alone, scared, trusting no one, she’s running to where she feels safe – but it could be the most dangerous place of all…
Until next time, Booknerds…