Abigail William’s Revenge

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History has always been my favorite subject in school.  No matter what we did in class, whether a test, essay or presentation, I enjoyed it.  That being said, the time when the pilgrims and settlers came to America and the early days of my country is one of my lesser favorites.  Why?  Because I’ve read about it so many times.  But there was something about the witch trials that has left an unspoken mark of horror on me.  My morbid fascination with it has left me restless for many a night.  It took awhile to convince myself, but, after five years, I finally read Arthur Miller’s The Crucible.

First produced in 1953, The Crucible explores what happens when a vengeful teenager accuses a rival of witchcraft in a 1692 Salem, Massachusetts.  As mass hysteria grips the community, these accusations multiply and consume the entire village.

Suspenseful and emotional, this gripping play of how quickly a pious community can become collectively evil, The Crucible is dark, terrifying, and an influential look at what we, the human race, could become again.  I rate this four out of five burning stars.

Denial

Deeper and further back I delve

Throughout time and lands far away

I search for misery that fits my taste

I turn my back on what’s around me

Because the tragedies on my doorstep hit too close home

Copyright © 2017 by Nita Pan

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Pass the Scalpel, Please.

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You better watch out,

You better hide.

You better run.

I’m telling you why,

Jack the Ripper is coming to town!

As you can tell from that little ditty I came up with above, I’m obsessed with Jack the Ripper.  Well, not just him.  I’m a big fan of unsolved crimes and the more sinister parts of history.  So, it’s safe to say that when I stumbled upon Kerri Maniscalco’s Stalking Jack the Ripper on Goodreads, I was ecstatic.  Not only had one of my favorite authors, A.G. Howard, enjoyed it, but it had received a shower of positive tweets and reviews.  After devouring this gem, I’ve come to the conclusion that the praise was not undeserved.

Audrey Rose Wadsworth is not a person to be trifled with.  Determined to be both strong and elegant, she struggles to stand by her refreshingly modern ideals in an era where most wanted women to keep their mouth shut.  Secretly apprenticed to her uncle in forensics, she and her fellow apprentice, Thomas Cresswell, combine their sharp wit and observational skills to uncover the identity of the infamous Jack the Ripper.  Flirtatious banter are shared between the Audrey Rose and Thomas, not only in dark alleyways but over cold corpses, scalpels in hand.

But there is more to this case than meets-the-eye and romance is far from the only thing on their minds.  All the clues are pointing to someone close to Audrey Rose.  If only she can discover who the killer is before she becomes the next victim.

I am beyond pleased that this was the start of my 2017 reading challenge.  It was a clever romp in the gritty streets of a Gothic and gory Victorian England.  I can’t wait to read more of Ms. Maniscalco’s books.  I rate this five out of five stars.

Remind Us

Years fly by,

Days turn to dust,

And we wonder where the time went.

The clock spins out of our control,

Reminding us how helpless we are.

Hours whiz past,

Minutes drag on,

And we rush about in our busy lives.

The calendar pages are quickly filled,

Reminding us of all the lost moments.

Decades turn to centuries,

Centuries turn into a millennium,

And we’re shocked by all that’s changed.

Our empires crumble all around us,

Reminding us that all must end.

Books are written,

Songs are sung,

And we wonder if we’ll live on.

The libraries burn and records break,

Reminding us that much can be lost.

Children are born,

People research and dig,

And we’re rediscovered.

The rubble of our time, their history,

Reminds them of their ghosts.

Copyright © 2016 by Nita Pan

All rights reserved.  This post or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review.