Paranoia, is That You?


Ever since I convinced my mom to read the River of Time series by Lisa T. Bergren back in 2012 and we some of the other’s favorite books, we trust each other.  When it comes to books, if my mom tells me to read a book or thinks that I’ll like it, I’ll give it a shot.  So when she told me about a book about seemingly perfect families and zombies, I thought this would be a creepy fun read.  Amy Lukavic’s The Ravenous was certainly creepy.

Form the outside, the Cane family looks like they’re the perfect military family.  Behind closed doors their father is neglectful, their mother struggles with depression and addiction, and the sisters barely stand each other.  When the youngest sister, Rose, dies in a tragic accident, the sisters are devastated, and when she’s brought back to life, they couldn’t be more relieved.  But after their mother deserts them and they discover that Rose must eat human flesh to survive, the sisters find out how far they’ll go to keep their fractured family together.

It takes a lot for a book to truly frighten me, and this book did, pulling out my fear of cannibals out of the shadows.  While the concept of the living dead surviving on human flesh is very “zombie,” the way Amy Lukavics delivers it is very “cannibal.”  Suffice to say, I slept with a light on for the next several nights.  (Thanks, Mom.)

With the fear of being devoured in my sleep keeping me on the edge of my seat (and bed and, well, everything), I bestow upon The Ravenous five out of five stars.  I’m looking forward to reading The Women in the Walls and Daughters Unto Devils and getting thoroughly terrified.


Is it a Kitsune?



The Dreadful Tale of Prosper Redding by Alexandra Bracken has one of those covers that makes me want to gobble it up.  The dark grays and blues and that eerie candle in the background grabbed my attention.  I felt like curling up on the floor next to my dog with a fuzzy blanket and a mug of tea and reading this.  As I’m sure you’ve guessed, that’s exactly what I did early last December.

In a wealthy family with a rich history and exceptional people, Prosper Redding is comparatively unexceptional…  until he discovers a demon his many-times-great grandfather summoned living inside him.  The demon, Alastor, gave the Redding family fortune in exchange for eternal servitude.  When the Reddings betrayed him, Alastor had one purpose: to destroy them.  With the help of his uncle and cousin, Nell, Prosper can see a chance of him having an afterlife without eternal servitude.  But there’s a lot going on that Alastor hasn’t told Prosper, and the fox-demon is growing stronger with each night.

With a strong message of keeping promises, this quirky tale of betrayal and family asks an important  question.  Can you ever right a wrong and truly escape your history?  For Prosper’s sake, I certainly hope so, but only time (and the next book) will tell.

I rate this four out of five stars.

The Roanoke Girls


Unlike most books that I pick up, I got it after seeing the cover.  Usually, I ignore the cover and decide whether or not to get the book after reading the summary, but I had a feeling about Amy Engel’s The Roanoke Girls.  It probably helped that, at the time I checked out the Roanoke Girls, I had just finished Rooms, and this book echoed a similar creepiness.  Whatever the case may be, I didn’t regret my impulsiveness.

Following her mother’s suicide, fifteen-year-old Lane Roanoke moves in with her grandparents and cousin on their massive estate in Kansas.  knowing little of her mother’s family, Lane embraces her new life…  until she discovers the family’s darkest secret.  Eleven years later, Lane gets a call in her current home in Los Angeles from her grandfather: her cousin, Allegra, is missing.  Feeling guilty for leaving her behind, Lane returns and helps look for Allegra.

Weaving effortlessly between Lane’s first summer and her return to Roanoke, Amy Engel spins a tale of destructive relationships, gentle manipulation, and how twisted love can be.  Set in a town frozen in time, secrets are guarded viciously and family life is a game of whether or not your wits are intact.  Dark, terrible, and fierce, The Roanoke Girls will haunt you long after you’ve put it down.  I give this gorgeous wisp of a nightmare four out of five stars.

Wilting, Wilted Rose

Watch me so I won’t die,

Or someone might see the tears I cry

And the smatterings of crimson on my handkerchief.

Kiss me to freeze time.

Please, trap this moment,

Own it, hold it captive in a jar.

Take it out and caress it like you used to me

When you get lonely.

Call it beautiful.

Keep me safe and alive in your mind’s eye.

Tell our children that I love them.

Tell them that just because all that’s left of me

Is a cold body wrapped in yellowing lace,

That doesn’t mean that I’m not close.

Tell them that I’m watching, waiting, and loving them as they grow.

I don’t blame you if another sleeps by your side.

As long as she’s good to our children and loyal and true to you.

You’re not being unfaithful,

So follow your heart.

Hold our family close, both the old and the new.

Because if there’s one thing I learned in life,

It’s that nothing is certain and that’s not a bad thing.

So, please, my love, my wonder, my knight,

Keep your chin up,

And life will eventually end up right.

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Rooms, Rooms. Too Little Room.


In accordance to my usual ritual when reading books I know I’ll like, it took me awhile to actually sit down and read.  Since 2015, when the local library first got the book, to be exact.  After checking it out at least five times and reading the first twenty pages over and over again, I decided enough was enough.  Summoning my inner Sandra (a lead character in the book), I kicked up my feet and began devouring Lauren Oliver’s Rooms.

“Everything comes up in the end.”  That’s what Sandra, one of the two ghosts haunting Coral River, said.  Indeed, when the owner of the house, Richard Walker, died and left his alienated family to pack up his belongings, it seemed that secrets would be uncovered.  Sandra and Alice (the other ghost) pass the time bickering, watching the Walkers, and reminiscing their pasts.  While his sister, mother, and niece were busy packing and preparing for his father’s funeral, Trenton began to communicate with an new ghost, and the spirit and human worlds collide.

Filled with smart dialogue, vivid descriptions, and frighteningly relatable characters, Rooms buzzes to life, and is as painful and reassuring as it is mysterious and haunting.  From its eerie beginning and climatic middle and bittersweet ending, Ms. Oliver’s ghost story and family drama will stick with you long after you’ve turned the last page.  It’s like a fine, aged wine.  It starts out tasty and gets better with every drop.

I easily rate this a five out of five stars.


For the past several weeks, I’ve been milking Lauren Oliver’s Rooms.  In the midst of a chapter I found myself struck by the elusive muse and, following her prompting, scribbled down this poem.  I hope you enjoy it.  (On another note, I’ve changed my site’s url, so now it’s aweebiteccentric.  I’ve done this because I feel that it is more mature and matches the site’s identity.  Plus, I never really liked the original url anyways.)

Silent, silence:

The absence of the living.

Emptied, empty:

The rooms left behind.

Sharpened, sharp:

The words we spit.

Lighting, lit:

The fire in the basement.

Burning, burnt:

The empty shell of a house.

Going, gone:

The spirits are freed.

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When two people you care about

Are on battle grounds,

Do you know which is the right path?

And as you go on the rounds

Will you shoot what needs to be shot?

(What road will you take:

Family or ‘family?’)

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