Reading grown-up books as a kid, and kids books as a grown-up.
I have loved books for as long as I can remember, be they the Goosebumps books that thrilled and terrified me as a 6-8 year old, or more age-appropriate titles read alone or with my dad.
By the time I was twelve, I had moved beyond the typical books for my age, and went hunting in second-hand sales for the kinds of books designed to scare grown-ups. Needless to say, they scared me too, but I loved it!
We’re talking stories about Lovecraftian monsters stealing children from their bed and peeling the faces of adults; small, creepy children possessed by evil spirits; people creating a Tulpa through use of ancient symbols, and that Tulpa becoming more real than they could have hoped for and killing them off; and a woman whose dreams were accessible to her stalker.
As I grew and explored these thrilling worlds, the path through my reading landscape took an unusual turn, and I discovered a love of YA titles, and the way they often challenge the reader.
Becoming a reviewer.
I’ve spent the majority of my working life selling books and sharing my love of them with other bibliophiles, so when the opportunity presented itself to work as a reviewer for an entertainment site, of course I was on board.
Five years later I’m still going strong in my role as the head book reviewer for 100% Rock Magazine, but after two weeks of downtime due to our server hosts attempting extortion, I’m itching to get back into writing reviews, and figured it would be worth having all my work backed-up, just in case!
It’ll also be nice to have a place where I can blog about other things happening in publishing and life in general, rather than sticking to the same book review format as my only outlet.
A sci-fi and horror fan for life.
My whole life I’ve been thrilled by the fringe-sciencey “otherness” or futuristic speculation of parallel worlds, time travel, space travel, clones, portals, wormholes, artificial intelligence, and the like.
I’ve also always been partial to zombies and gore.
After the recent death of my dog in her own front yard at the teeth of two other dogs, an altercation in which I was involved, I’ve had to take a step back from the more graphic images while I deal with the horrifying images I see every time I close my eyes.
I have tossed up the idea of using the feeling around what happened as motivation in a novel I really need to write, but it’s slow going and hard to work through.
After the attack, my reading screeched to a halt, but I’m attempting to get back into the swing of things now.
I look forward to having you along for this reading journey!
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