Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Bad Girls Don't Die


When Alexis's little sister Kasey becomes obsessed with an antique doll, Alexis thinks nothing of it. Kasey is a weird kid. Period. Alexis is considered weird, too, by the kids in her high school, by her parents, even by her own Goth friends. Things get weirder, though, when the old house they live in starts changing. Doors open and close by themselves; water boils on the unlit stove; and an unplugged air conditioner turns the house cold enough to see their breath in. Kasey is changing, too. Her blue eyes go green and she speaks in old-fashioned language, then forgets chunks of time.
Most disturbing of all is the dangerous new chip on Kasey's shoulder. The formerly gentle, doll-loving child is gone, and the new Kasey is angry. Alexis is the only one who can stop her sister — but what if that green-eyed girl isn't even Kasey anymore?

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Okay so it has been a while, a long while, since I have liked a book enough to actually review it. The last one was Anna Dressed in Blood by Kendare Blake. Needless to say it took quite a book to live up to that novel. Not that Bad Girls Don't Die is better than Anna, no, I don't think that's possible. Even months after I read Anna, it's still there just beneath the surface, a story that gets under your skin. But Bad Girls, has something in common with Anna, ghosts!!!! And I love me some ghosts.

As my grandma likes to recount, over and over again, I used to believe the Ghostbusters were my brothers. (Insert snort.)


My poor mom had to replay Ghostbusters over and over again on VHS until the damn thing broke and she had to buy me another one. I watched it that much. Now me I remember liking it, loving the ghost story, but hell calling them my brothers, I was a precocious kid, what can I say. My grandma bless her, is slowly forgetting things, but I don't think she will ever forget that story!

Anyways long story short I love Bad Girls Don't Die, it was creepy, at times horrifying, and a little evil. Throw in the possessed Victorian Doll and bamm, you've hooked me. A definite must read!!

Music......inspiration.

I've totally been neglecting my blog. Not only have I not been posting, but I haven't been writing too much this month either. I've been busy. Blah, blah blah, excuse bullshit excuse. So whatever the reason I'll try to be a better girl next month.

I will say that despite my non-writing month, I did discover quite a few new pieces of music I'm in LOVE with. I came across the Irish band The Frames first. It just kept popping up on my Pandora, and I liked it. Then the song Falling Slowly found its way to my ear and I had to look it up. That's when I came across the movie Once, and Glen Hansard. OMG I'm in love. It's a wee bit creepy that Glen looks a little like a redheaded doppelganger for my high school boyfriend, but I can overlook that one misgiving for the music.

The music.

Maybe I've been on a folky kick lately, although Glen Hansard doesn't exactly fit that mold, but since The Civil Wars, I've just been craving that same sound. That harmony with the guitar and lyrics that actually make you feel something. Sometimes I think my aversion to anything mainstream has made me hate anything on the radio, but this, Falling Slowly, the sound of Glen's voice when he belts it out from the heart. Damn it makes me get goosebumps. I find myself closing my eyes to better hear. It's awe inspiring, and it makes me connect with a part of me I haven't paid much attention to. The music lover. So after watching Once, and buying the entire soundtrack, I've found my fingers itching to write. I'm inspired, I feel deeply that these songs will help me tap into something I've been trying to find.

Ironic that its a Irish artist, when Celtic myth has such a place in my story. But alas, here I am editing, getting ready to really write, to finish, and I'm not panicky, or even nervous I feel at peace.


When he yells this song at 1:13 it gives me chills soooo sooo good! Listen enjoy. I'm going to keep editing and write something actually new!!! Yea

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Happy New Year!!!

Every year on January 1st (or the 3rd in this case) I find myself reflecting back on the last year, and hating that I now have to remember to write a new stinking year on checks, documents, etc. I always forget in the beginning, it usually lasts for  few months, I'll keep writing 2011 instead of 2012. It's scary how quickly a year can go by. Just yesterday it felt like my youngest boy Ethan was born. He's now three, in the midst of terrible toddler-hood, and I'm starting to miss the baby days.

I never really feel any older either, birthday's come and go, and I still feel the same. I still make mistakes, and say things I shouldn't, maybe older, a little wiser, but still the same person, still the same inside. I wonder if my eighty year old grandma feels that way. The outside changes, the world keeps moving but inside, we're always the same. The same person that loves old rock, and reading, the same person that cusses to much, and let's her mouth get her in trouble. No matter how long I live I hope I keep that part of me, the kindred spirit, the stubborn soul, the child.




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