I Need More Shelves

I wasn’t going to buy so many books this Summer. I was supposed to focus on what I already own, because I really want to read them all.

I’ve mentioned before that I’m finding my way back to enjoying horror again. I think having young kids and being on my own a lot kept me from being able to indulge in imaginary fears. I was pretty full with my own real ones.

We’ve reached a stage as a family where we can all relax more. We’re all at various stages of healing from our more harrowing years because of that. We’re all feeling safer. More secure than ever before.

This, in turn, has allowed me to start diving back into my love of horror. I can explore these dark themes and ideas again and it feels wonderful. Finding books that fit my tastes has been tough, but that hasn’t stopped me.

These are my latest finds. T. Kingsolver wrote The Twisted Ones, which I loved, so I’m going to try The Hollow Places. Then, The Overnight Guest caught my eye. A psychological thriller. I’m hopeful. After that, I almost lost hope of finding another to get the half off.

The Butchering Art jumped out at me and I got really excited. The Victorian Era has long been fascinating to me. The prudishness and propriety next to the scandalous and brutal is wild. I’m also fascinated by the history of medicine in the Western world. In the hunger for answers almost erasing all the humanity from medicine. And, I’m a sucker for history told as a story.

So, I guess it’s a good thing I’m taking a little break from writing. I’ve got a lot of reading to do.