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Post by wickedkittiesmom on Oct 3, 2020 18:50:30 GMT
Daughter of the Reich by Louise Fein
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Post by Feologild Oakes on Oct 9, 2020 8:06:28 GMT
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Post by Nalkarj on Oct 12, 2020 14:27:46 GMT
Thomas Tryon’s Harvest Home. I haven’t seen the Bette Davis miniseries or anything, so I went into it completely blind. It’s absolutely splendid so far: lyrically written, quietly sinister, well-characterized. (Widow Fortune would be stock in less sure hands, but she’s utterly rounded here—neither a pure sweet old medicine-woman nor a cackling witch, but with elements of both.) So far, two things particularly stand out for me: 1. Tryon’s transposition of English folk horror (cf. The Wicker Man, Robin Redbreast) to an American setting is remarkably convincing. 2. He’s even better than Stephen King or Peter Straub (the horror writer to whom he seems to be closest) at surprising the reader with the horror. So far only one scene of pure horror has popped up, but it came unexpectedly: the narrator is having a nice time, the day is beautiful, etc., when he just happens to come across something…and Tryon rackets up the tension and shocks us. That takes skill: I almost couldn’t believe just how horrifying the scene was because Tryon had painted the earlier scene so well (and so prettily). I’m reading this for Halloween, but even after Halloween I want to check out more Tryon. Great cover illustration (by Paul Bacon), too.
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Post by theravenking on Oct 12, 2020 16:04:44 GMT
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Post by wickedkittiesmom on Oct 13, 2020 12:38:02 GMT
"Hot to Trot" by M.C. Beaton, the final Agatha Raisin book. It was delivered yesterday from Amazon U.K. I will miss both M.C. Beaton series, I will get my final Hamish Macbeth in Feb.
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Post by Marv on Oct 13, 2020 13:18:09 GMT
Audiobook Real Book
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Post by wickedkittiesmom on Oct 14, 2020 12:27:23 GMT
I finished my new Agatha Raisin book last night and started on The Postscript Murders by Elly Griffiths this morning.
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Post by Marv on Oct 19, 2020 22:38:09 GMT
Im about 50 percent thru Under the Dome and I like it. S-it is just starting to really hit the fan in the town of Chesters Mill.
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Post by hi224 on Oct 20, 2020 20:48:10 GMT
Read The Savage, now Reading We were Liars.
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Post by Carl LaFong on Oct 21, 2020 9:18:33 GMT
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Post by Zos on Oct 21, 2020 13:26:02 GMT
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Post by CrepedCrusader on Oct 22, 2020 18:08:30 GMT
Ethan Frome, by Edith Wharton
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Post by Marv on Oct 22, 2020 19:00:25 GMT
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Post by Carl LaFong on Oct 22, 2020 21:19:15 GMT
Sadly, the cover of my copy is utter shite:
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Post by mmexis on Oct 24, 2020 3:18:18 GMT
Just started it yesterday. So happy to be reading adult literature again. But sooooooo muuuuuuch marking!
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Post by CrepedCrusader on Oct 24, 2020 21:55:27 GMT
Elsewhere, by Dean Koontz
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Post by Captain Spencer on Oct 25, 2020 15:24:25 GMT
Lair by James Herbert. His sequel to the delightfully horrifying The Rats.
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Post by thekindercarebear on Oct 25, 2020 20:51:25 GMT
i am starting The Keep, it is an old school horror novel. i am on chapter 6 and it is superb. i mean SUPERB.
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Post by Carl LaFong on Oct 25, 2020 22:37:52 GMT
i am starting The Keep, it is an old school horror novel. i am on chapter 6 and it is superb. i mean SUPERB. The movie was weird. Not really in a good way.
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Post by Nalkarj on Oct 27, 2020 15:34:20 GMT
Thomas Tryon’s Harvest Home. So, it took me far too long (work’s fault, mainly), but I stayed up late last night to finish this at last. And it’s just so good. It’s also so disturbing—the most genuinely disturbing book I’ve read in a long time. I’m shocked that some online reviews describe it as boring; I found it impeccably paced, not boring for a moment. Tryon’s skill is extraordinary. He can draw character, setting, and plot, and he writes well, tottering on the edge of the purple but never going over. He handles the twists brilliantly, and he fooled me fairly (more clues here than in many detective stories). More than fairly, in fact—I’ve read “The Lottery” and The Golden Bough and seen The Wicker Man, which came out the same year as this book—yet he still misdirected my focus away from the true secret of Cornwall Coombe and of Harvest Home. Misdirected, that is, and lulled. That’s what I was trying to say before: he lulls the reader into complacency with his lyrical prose before springing a trap of true horror. He lulls the reader with characters so charming, so kindly, and (most important of all) so full-of-life that, even if we suspect what’s going on, we keep telling ourselves it can’t be true. Or, as Tor.com critic Grady Hendrix wrote: “It takes a while, but by the time nature starts to show its teeth, Cornwall Coombe is such a quaint idyllic paradise that you’re in as deep a denial as the characters. Surely it can’t be as bad as all that? Let’s all just take a breath and be reasonable. Please?” This is a good one, a horror story for the ages. Why it isn’t better known is beyond me.
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