Every couple of months I splurge and take the girls to Barnes & Noble. They love it and it’s something my mom used to do with my siblings and me when the store was beginning its nationwide boom.
I have recently found myself craving real horror stories. I used to read a lot of scary stories as a kid, but I think life became scary enough for a while. I’m not sure what has sparked this renewed desire, but I want to be scared.
As an adult, finding novels that are actually scary, while not being grotesque, disturbing, or played out has been difficult for me. House on Haunted Hill was good and The Sanatorium by Sarah Pearse was just the kind of scary I like. I have tried others and been disappointed.
This book, The Twisted Ones by T. Kingfisher, has got me jumping when my kids make a sound. I’m only a quarter of the way in, nothing has happened, and I’m creeped out by stones. I don’t want to put it down, but I want to go to sleep.
I’m putting on my current comfort show (Murdoch Mysteries), eating some chocolate, and getting some sleep so I can read this during the day.
The Accidental Domestic Goddess 