My girl Greyson, over at Greyson Reads, tagged me to do this original gem created by Cait @ Paper Fury, which was inspired by a couple of G’s other blog posts. It’s colours as emotions as related to books.
It’s like our very own booknerd version of Emotion-evoked Synesthesia. (Google it, it’s pretty cool.)
Of course, I will never experience Synesthesia because, I’ll be honest, I’m pretty dead on the inside. This tag could end up being exceptionally difficult for me, but I’ll usually try anything once – even emotions.
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Here’s a little known secret about me. And by “little known”, I mean literally no one knows it, not even my husband.
I love Matt Dillon.
I keep it a secret because my love for him is complicated to explain. I actually I find him really gross. There’s something about Matt Dillon that is so incredibly off-putting to me; something smarmy, something that tells me he probably has weird sexual proclivities. I can totally see myself saying, “Um, no Matt Dillon, I will not have sex with you covered in mayo!”
Maybe it’s the roles I’ve seen him in that have coloured my opinion – Wild Things, There’s Something About Mary. But I find him to be very unattractive…so much so that I also want him.
I know, it’s weird. Maybe I’ll talk about it in therapy.
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Bonus for me: I’ve got Monday off work. I’m determined to make this weekend super productive for reading! It’s top priority.
I’d say last night was pretty productive for reading, as well, because I literally had no other choice. When I got home from work around 5PM, the power was out at my house, as well at 223 other houses. And we didn’t get electricity back until this morning! Joy-of-fucking-joys!
I felt like an Amish person – lighting candles, walking around in the dark, crying that we have no Wi-Fi (Amish people cry about that, right?)
As expressed by my 14-year-old stepkid: “I want to look at memes! This sucks!”
I hear you, junior.
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Holy shitballs, can you believe it’s almost May?! MAY!
It feels like just yesterday is was January Eleventy. But, it’s true what they say, the older you get the faster the time goes. It’s fucking depressing. When you’re young, summer break from school feels like it lasts forever. Now I blink, and it’s over and back to snowing again.
Hold on. I’m going to have a cry for a second.
Okay I’m back.
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I’m an unabashed book series lover. If a book is the first in a series, as opposed to a standalone, I’m 80% more likely to read it (I just pulled that percentage out of my ass, but it’s probably accurate.)
With that in mind, I have no idea how I’m going to whittle down my favourite series to just my top five, but at the very least an attempt will be made and I’m proud of myself for that.
This post is hosted by Sheri @ TV Addicted Bookworm. She seems nice, check her out.
Without further ado, and in no particular order…actually in a very specific order…here are my choices. Trust me when I say, this was agonizing in the most bookish way.
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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It’s my birthday and I’m King of the World!
Okay, it’s not my birthday, nor am I a king, but that’s how this book makes me feel.
I’m not going to shame other people for their opinions on this one, but I will say if you didn’t like it, I truly believe you missed the beauty of what Riley Sager did here.
But, still, no judgement. I respect you all, I’m just a little bit in love with this novel.
At Pine Cottage, ten years earlier, Quincy Carpenter emerges from the woods, bloody and screaming, the only survivor of a murderous massacre. We’re talking slasher-flick-sized proportions. The only problem is, Quincy has repressed all memories of that night. She has no idea what happened.
By surviving this horrific event, Quincy becomes a member of a very exclusive club, dubbed in the media as The Final Girls.
“Final girls is film-geek speak for the last woman standing at the end of a horror movie.”
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OMG I HAVE FINALLY READ THIS FUCKING BOOK. What’s it been, 30 years?!
I’m tired, guys. I’m so so tired.
I feel like I just escaped from Christmasland and my life force is nearly drained.
My head hurts. I think this book gave me a headache – that’s how intense it was.
The gist is Victoria ‘Vic’ McQueen can travel across a covered bridge on her bike and arrive on the other side wherever she wants to be.
Charlie Manx can drive his vintage 1938 Rolls Royce Wraith to a supernatural amusement park, which he created, called Christmasland. And the Rolls Royce is the key to get in. On his way there, he kidnaps children. During the ride, the kids are drained of their life force in order to keep Manx alive, because you see, he’s a few hundred years old. Can’t let that decay sink in, can we?
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