To say good morning or not to say good morning? Because it’s Monday, so it is really “good” per se? Perhaps just a grumbled greeting that is completely indecipherable. Did she say words? Did she just groan and gurgle? You don’t know! But you know you were acknowledged.
I’ll be honest. I’m in a terrible fucking mood this morning. I slept like shit and my allergies are going bonkers. But I’m going to soldier on by chugging down this breakfast smoothie and doing a new Music Monday post.
I did this feature post last week for the first time ever and I was sure it would be my only one because it has nothing to do with books.
You might say, “But, Krystin, it’s your blog. You can post whatever the hell you want!” And to that, I say: TRUE.
But I also live by a set of neurotic organization rules that are entirely self-imposed and completely dictated by my borderline O.C.D tendencies and if I don’t follow them I might just snap.
Good morning, indeed.
So, to help my brain deal with these wants vs. needs, I’ve decided that I’m going to do Music Mondays INSPIRED by what I’m currently reading.
Do you listen to music while you read? Do you like to set the mood? Do certain books and atmospheres make you think of a song? They do for me. I feel like with the right playlist you can really elevate the reading experience. It’s like a movie soundtrack.
This week I’m finishing up Caged by Ellison Cooper.
BI neuroscientist Sayer Altair hunts for evil in the deepest recesses of the human mind. Still reeling from the death of her fiance, she wants nothing more than to focus on her research into the brains of serial killers. But when the Washington D.C. police stumble upon a gruesome murder scene involving a girl who’d been slowly starved to death while held captive in a cage, Sayer is called in to lead the investigation. When the victim is identified as the daughter of a high-profile senator, Sayer is thrust into the spotlight.
As public pressure mounts, she discovers that another girl has been taken and is teetering on the brink of death. With evidence unravelling around her, Sayer races to save the second victim but soon realizes that they are hunting a killer with a dangerous obsession…a killer who is closer than she thought.
It is turning out to be a trippy, dark and menacing FBI procedural that I’m liking quite a bit. The story has required a very TOOL heavy soundtrack to set the mood. Specifically, Schism. Even the video matches the atmosphere I’m feeling from this book. Creepy, trapped, a surreal experience.
I know the pieces fit ’cause I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering. Fundamental differing
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
We cannot seem to reach an end crippling our communication
I know the pieces fit ’cause I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame, it doesn’t mean I don’t desire to
Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication
The poetry that comes from the squaring off between
And the circling is worth it
Finding beauty in the dissonance
There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I’ve done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication
Has a tendency
To atrophy any
Sense of compassion
Between supposed lovers
Between supposed lovers
I know the pieces fit [8x]
Until next time, Booknerds…