The Hiatt Home Garden Part 1

So, I've had many requests to show off my new house. While I think it'd be creepy to give you this full tour of my home (there are many Hiatt Groupies out there...right...?), I want to give you guys something.

You get to see the evolution of certain bits. Right now I know it'll be my writing office, including my awesome new desk, and my indoor garden. Unless I get an intriguing request for something else.

One of the reasons I fell in love with this house is right at the front door, there's a long line of planters built in.

This here is my velociraptor guard, provided by my ever tolerant Melissa. He is awaiting a plant to call his own, but I'm leaning towards finding a nice cactus soon.

And beside him is the only plant I took from my parents' garden (the garden I tended for years), a nice strawberry plant.

And, because I enjoy cooking from time to time, here is the garlic patch.

And this is my herb patch, again for the cook in me. Chives, Basil, and Oregano.





Now, outside I have the standard tomato, cucumber, etc. garden going. This one is getting more attention right now, because I've already mastered the fine art of growing outside.

As of this posting, this garden has already changed and grown. But the fun part is, I get to make you folks wait to see what the pictures will look like next!!!

Any tips? Requests? Hate mail for caging up strawberry plants that are meant to roam free across the open plains?

Homeward Bound: The Incredible Time Suck

This is the rough draft of my office. In my new home.

Yes. I'm a homeowner. I know, I'm scared, too. Can you imagine that people--intelligent, well paid people--believe I'm capable of caring for a whole building?

But it means I have an office again. Which means I can finally get back to the wonder world of writing, right?

FALSE.

See, this office is indeed Ian's Office Mark I (sue me, I'm an Iron Man fan...).

In fact, the entire house is at Mark I status. Someone likely did construct this home in a cave with a box of scraps. The whole lot needs a great deal of elbow grease. Along with knee, neck, and wrist. It eats up a lot of time. Which is why you haven't seen much of me here, dear reader.

So how do I manage to get much work done when every day something else needs fixing or cleaning or is actively exploding? When it's just me, myself, and the bugs trying every second of the day to invade?

Easy. I don't. Fact is, I haven't had much chance to sit down and write. Or even read.  I'd say over the past two months, I've written less than 20,000 words. And only about 10,000 of those has stayed in my work. A huge chunk of that has been just random scribbles after I've dusted off the muck of lawn, showered off the defeat of a semi-flooded basement, shamed away the fear-urine of a battle with attic wasps. And the ten hours or so I spend chained to a cubicle do not make for productive time on Writer's Island.

In what little guilt ridden free time I have, I do try to write before the exhaustion sweeps over me. Or read. Or catch up with fellow writers. It adds up to an hour or two a day. Which doesn't seem like a lot.

But the one thing I (and you) need to be reminded of is the untrimmed path of writerdom. There are no marked trails in our forest. There are no clean cut, easy way to park your car in the lot and stroll amongst the daises to Publisher's Summit. You will inevitably have to trek through the tall grass dodging the velociraptors of writerly doom (Velociraptor selfdoubticus). So when you feel like you can't hack it because life is making you its bitch and writing becomes a struggle, just remember: You're only a failure when you give up.

What do you do to balance the demands of your day with your writing alter-ego?

To remedy this in some way, I've decided to show off this house and some of my projects to you fine folks. Of course, not the whole house. That would be creepy. But I'd say my office might be of interest to you...Hell, it's even drastically different now than it was in those pictures. Pretty soon you folks will get to see the Awesome Desk of Awesomeness I've been building over the past few weeks...If I can't make you all jealous over my snazzy writing skills, I can definitely make you jealous of my kickass furniture.

Road trips and the Warm N' Fuzzy

Oh, yes. I'm well aware that I've been a silent lil bugger for some time now. I wish I could say it's because I've been churning out novel after novel, but the truth is I've been working on various projects both relating to the ole pen-monkey job, and not related to it.

And, of course, every now and then those two things get to cross over.

With my first manuscript, GUARDIAN, out to agents, I've started dancing a bit with other works on my shelf. One of these is a horror/suspense young adult novel with its roots in a Native American legend set in New England. I began working on it around this time last year, just playing around with the idea. Now I've dusted it off and hope to get it roaring to life.

Or rather howling. As part of my work on this novel, I've done quite a bit of on-site research. One of those sites is an amazing place up in Northern Massachusetts.

For those who don't follow me on Twitter (I'm eyeing YOU), I'm a big wolf fan. You'll run your feet a nice raw red if you try searching for a bigger fan, in fact. But do try.

This past weekend I decided to bring the most recent addition to my life, a lovely girly-face by the name of Melissa, up to one of my favorite places in the world. Wolf Hollow in Ipswich. I've been up there myself a handful of times, and I decided it was finally time I brought someone else along so I could stop being the creepy fellow enjoying the wolves from the back row.

See, Wolf Hollow is a special preserve set up exclusively for wolves. They have several large enclosures that, at the time of this writing, house ten wolves all together. Primarily they work to educate the public, opening themselves up on weekends for demonstration. They bring out the wolf pack, interact with them and explain that pretty much every myth you've ever heard about the wolf is 100% Grade-A bull plop. The smear campaign against the wolf has been about as masterful as they get. Needless to say, my novel features wolves far away from the villain role, as they should be in any story if it hopes to be accurate.

It's been a while since I've seen my favorite pups in the world. But I made the mistake of taking someone awesome up there to see them without realizing the very imminent consequences of doing so.

Sigh. Melissa is the girl your mother warns you about.

This is Argus.

And at 16 months old, he's my adopted wolf! He's definitely a confident fellow, and more than a bit of a trouble maker. Which meant he'd fit in well with Melissa and I. Melissa donated to Wolf Hollow to adopt the pup for me.

A surprise that she hinted would be "warm and fuzzy". She's a tricksy one, precious.

So, I bring this up for three reasons.

The first, to demonstrate that while I've been wandering about with a crazy, wolf-adopting girl, she's pretty damn awesome. One of the best pieces of advice I can give a hopeful writer (with my massive amount of experience...) is that you can't just lock yourself away and stab at a keyboard. If you don't go out and experience life, every word you write is pure fantasy, regardless of your genre.

The second, to show that one of the best parts about being a writer, is the places you get to go to do your research. Sometimes you need to just watch a wolf run around to get a scene to come together in your mind like the most difficult game of Tetris ever. For you kiddies, Tetris was the Angry Birds of my younger years...

The third, is that there are so many ways you can pay these places back. Your writing research can take you to corners of the world you'd never think to find yourself. Luckily, places like Wolf Hollow take donations.

If you have a spare moment, and y'know, a heart. You should stop by their page to donate a few bucks. It's an entirely non-profit, volunteer organization and they do some amazing things.

<<<<<<Donate to Wolf Hollow>>>>>

And if you're anywhere in New England, make the trek there. It's well worth it just for the chance to howl with a couple of timber wolves.

And tell Argus that his adopted dad says Hi. :)

How I Learned to Love The Outline: Guest Post by Kat Ellis!

I know, I know. I've been all silent-like. And I owe you folks a book review (of a book I haven't had a moment to sit down and read...)

To make up for this long period of deathly quietness here on the ole blog, I'm going to let someone else fill it up with their own wordsplosion. Why? Because she's got an excess of Awesome and needed to get some of it out. It's a very serious health condition. We're raising awareness so people like her don't have to live with the burden of making the human race worthwhile.

So here she is, Kat Ellis. A very good friend of mine who is incredibly talented and has nice handles on her coattails to allow me to latch on for dear life as she becomes famous for writing books like PURGE. If you don't check her out, I promise you'll cry about it later. She's usually either roosting at her blog, or teasing innocent writers on Twitter. Either way, you should go ahead and harass her. Tell her I sent you.

That'll teach her to use glitter on me when I specifically---Oh. I'm sorry. Inner monologue again...

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On Outlining
When my good pal Ian Forbes Wolfby-Hermington Hiatt extended an invitation to his blog, I asked him what I should write a post about – and he immediately said I should write about my Process. I eeped and nodded.

I have only one Process which I now stick to religiously when writing: detailed outlining. It’s very complex (it’s not), and the whole thing came to me in a dream (it did not come to me in a dream). My outlining process is what makes me a plotter rather than a pantser, and as everyone knows, a writer must fall into one camp or the other – they’re the rules. But my outlines are actually incredibly useful for formulating a synopsis and query, so if you struggle with those or hit the dreaded brick walls when writing first drafts, detailed outlining could help.

I came by this method when I googled Beat Sheeting and apparently misunderstood what it is. And is about. And what a beat and a sheet are. Yeah. Here’s what you do to write a really useful outline. (Note to pantsers: This is useless to you. Now go pants with yo’ bad self.)

• Open a new doc, write 5 “Part” headings, numbered 1-5. Each of these will end with a Significant Event.
• In between, put in at least 5 “Chapter” headings for each “Part” - not numbered for now. It’s easier to just add in the numbers as you go along, but as you have the headings laid out ready for you, you’ll end up with at least 25 chapters. I usually work to the premise that each chapter will have around 3k words, so this will leave you with a novel of 75k, or thereabouts. You can of course adjust the number of chapters to accommodate your usual chapter length or whatever you like.
• Now start filling in the blanks. Write 1 or 2 paragraphs to summarize the events in each chapter. Seeing the “Part” heading looming helps me to focus on the Significant Event that will drive the plot forward. This can be anything – the MC discovering the murderer’s identity, a plane crash, whatever. 
• Whittle, shift, revise and generally tinker with the outline until it looks like the bones of a story. Then you have something you can not only follow as you’re writing your manuscript, but can also edit further to become your synopsis, and even the basis for your query as you should have the main plot and themes laid out ready for you.

See, didn’t I say it was easy? Happy outlining!

SCARLET by A.C. Gaughen

I'm a very lucky fellow for a lot of reasons. But for tonight, let's just go with the fact that I've read three books this month and they've all been great books.

And they're all signed copies from debut authors who donated the book to a charity auction.

An auction for what?! You ask. Because you're an awesome, good person and you want to help whatever charity would be so equally awesome as to offer novels for an auction of The Apocalypsies, the 2012 debut author group. I know, no matter when I manage to trick the world into publishing my stuff, I will never be part of a group with as badass a name as that...

I want to take this moment to ask you if you have a few bucks you could spare for the wonderful charity that put on this auction. Every little bit helps, folks.

They help homeless animals. Do you hate puppies so much that you can't donate $1 on Paypal? 

$1 kissing booth. You know you want to.

And now on to the review!!!

SCARLET by A.C. Gaughen

Most of Nottinghamshire knows Will Scarlet: a quick and clever thief that sticks to the shadows and protects the band without question, but even those that know Scarlet’s really a girl don’t know the secrets of her past, like how she got the scar on her cheek. Guy of Gisbourne may be the one person who does: and he was just hired to bring Robin Hood and his gang to the gallows.


And now you get to hear my flowery words.

Cards on the table, SCARLET is not a book I'd typically pick up. Don't misunderstand me, I was immediately intrigued by the premise and cover, but if you look in my Young Adult library, you will find very little that doesn't have some fundamental tweak on reality. I'm not a historical fiction kind of guy, and there is absolutely nothing world-bendy going on in SCARLET. You won't hear about any dragons or magic or any such things. I use my reading as escapism and, while jumping into a new time period and character is escapist fare extraordinaire, it's not really up my alley.

But now, because of SCARLET, I may have to tweak that assumption.

Y'see, dear reader, SCARLET does pretty much everything it sets out to do. Gives you a narrator with enough personality to hook you in about a page. Gives you a mystery for that character that's fairly intriguing and unravels at a speed just slow enough to keep you digging for more. And for you ninja/explosion/Matrix-Lobby-Scene fans out there, this book has more than enough action to keep you clawing for the next knife throw.

The Leading M'Lady
So, first off, yes. This is a YA book with a heroine as the main character. Shocking, right? But in the same vein as Katsa from the Graceling series, Scarlet is as badass as they come. This is not some Bella waiting around for a dude with emotional issues to come and save her. Scarlet does most of the saving in this book.

But don't worry, she's not some robot. She gets herself wounded aplenty. A sure sign that the author wants us to realize that we're dealing with a human. Nothing worse than a flawless heroine who can save the day every time and still keep her hair looking gorgeous and flash a smile to any nearby men to make them all swoon and forget what they were...what was I talking about...?

Add to this that the intense Scarlet is accompanied by three men of varied abilities, goals, and personalities, and you come up with a pretty strange "family" of sorts. You've got Much, who is the peace keeper of the group. Not overtly, but he breaks tension in his own way. Then you've got John, the brawn, who is a bit of a lady's man and a little tunnel visioned. And of course, Robin Hood. The leader and arguably just as mysterious as Scarlet. His past is fairly up front, but he's smart. Cunning. So it's never quite clear what Robin's thinking or feeling.

And you have Scarlet. The rough-edged girl who has to deal with all of these personalities. Toss in some rubber walls and you may not notice a difference between this band and a psych ward...

Villains Be Here
Robin Hood story? The Sheriff of Nottingham must be here, right? YEP. And he's an evil bastard, to be sure. Oppressing the people and shedding more blood than a blind barber.

But I think the real villain here is Gisbourne. He's a bounty hunter after Robin and his crew, and he's even more ruthless than the sheriff. I always like to point out clear psychological disorders in villains and there's little doubt that Gisbourne is a sociopath. Someone kicked this guy in the face when he was a kid (or they should have) and now he's got a few screws loose to show for it.

And he's got a history. That much is instantly clear when he saunters onstage.

I won't say I was particularly disturbed by these villains as I have been by others, but they are intimidating. It's rare that you see such a complete disregard for life in villains. In most stories, when the villain kills someone it's of direct importance. They mean something to the hero, or they're critical people. In this story, of course those people are targeted. But the sheriff and Gisbourne have no problem just killing because it's a way to show the people that they are all expendable.

Here's Your Knife
I'm a guy. So I'm a fan of weaponry. In fact it's vaguely well known that I collect medieval weaponry of sorts...

Scarlet is good with knives. Like really good. You know how Jack Bauer can bring down a helicopter with a 9mm pistol, or John McClane can kill Severus Snape with a wristwatch? That's what Scarlet's like. She could probably give you a buzz cut with a few knives if you didn't breathe too deeply.

And there's some significance to her weapons. Some of them are deliberate, sure, but let's look at it a little deeper.

Scarlet throws knives. A weapon that, usually, is for the up close kill. But she keeps her distance. For what other people need to do real personal-like, Scarlet does from afar. Knives are offensive weapons only. It's very hard to deflect any sort of weapon with a throwing knife.

In many stories, weapons serve as a means to an end. In this story, I believe Scarlet's weapon choice represents how she deals with the world.

And to illustrate that further, and end this review of a great book...

The Perfect Line
"He tugged my hand again, and we started walking. I pulled my hand out. He didn't need it no more, and if you weren't careful with things like that, it could go on and on, never letting go of the hands."

DISCLAIMER: Book Review Friday here is an enjoyable affair. I don't review books I don't like. Why bother wasting -my- time typing something negative and waste your time in having to read it? I usually don't read a book unless I have a strong feeling I'll enjoy it. And if by chance I don't enjoy it, you won't be seeing a review here. That's just how I view reading and this site. My blog library will only contain books I enjoy. I keep bad books in the cold, moldy blog garage. As a warning to future books...

THE OTHER LIFE by Susanne Winnacker

First, I have to say how lucky I am. Thus far, half of the books I promised to review in July have turned out to be really good. As anyone who reads my Book Review Fridays knows, I don't give negative reviews. If I don't like a book, it gets relegated to a box in a dark corner filled with bugs, mold, and unwashed gym socks. Never to be heard from again.

So, rarely do I tout book reviews in advance. But I should go buy lottery tickets. Because THE OTHER LIFE by Susanne Winnacker turned out to be another great story. Much like last week's STARTERS, I'm already excited for the inevitable sequel.

BUT. Before we get on to the awesome book...I want to remind you how I came by my signed copy.

You see, I participated in a charity auction for a set of books from authors debuting in 2012. The Apocalypsies. I know, no matter when I manage to trick the world into publishing my stuff, I will never be part of a group with as badass a name as that...

I want to take this moment to ask you if you have a few bucks you could spare for the wonderful charity that put on this auction. Every little bit helps, folks.

They help homeless animals. Do you hate puppies so much that you can't donate $1 on Paypal?

If you don't, little puppies everywhere will cry. And pee on your things. I told them where you keep your favorite shoes.

If you don't pay the Protection Fee, I can't promise your shoes won't squish and smell funny...

So please, spare some change for the lil buggers?

OKAY. Now that you've done that (or you're a heartless jerkface) let's 

get to the review!!!

THE OTHER LIFE: The Weepers by Susanne Winnacker

Sherry has lived with her family in a sealed bunker since things went wrong up above. But when they run out of food, Sherry and her dad must venture outside. There they find a world of devastation, desolation...and the Weepers: savage, mutant killers.

When Sherry's dad is snatched, she joins forces with gorgeous but troubled Joshua - an Avenger, determined to destroy the Weepers.
But can Sherry keep her family and Joshua safe, when his desire for vengeance threatens them all?


So you may think you've seen this story before. I Am Legend had an interesting take on it, right? 28 Days Later? REC (or Quarantine for you American-Version-Only folks)? And if you look at THE OTHER LIFE on the surface level only, you'd be vaguely accurate. Humanity gets nailed to the wall by a virus and splits the species between the normal, showtune loving folks we know and love, and the primal flesh-hungry freaks. Now if only Broadway could jump on the goldmine of crossover potential and produce a musical with dancing Infected...

But you'd be wrong. For many reasons I cannot tell you or it would spoil the awesome, and for several others. So let's cut at those reasons like we caught them chewing on our best friend!!!

Heroes Can Trip

In every other Infected story, at some point or another, the hero or heroine goes Rambo. Is it cool? Yes. Of course. We all love it when they pull out a katana/axe/lawn furniture and go psychotic on the Infected, dicing them up and shooting them up all ninja-like. But let's face it. The average man can barely manage to pee without missing the toilet. Do you really think he can pull ass-handing-skills out of nowhere? UNLIKELY. 

In THE OTHER LIFE, our heroine Sherry can handle a gun. And she's about as good with it as you are. Our hero, Joshua has been hunting the Weepers since he got out of diapers. (Actually not, but I love the thought of a toddler hunting Infected. Picture it, please.) And his body looks like he ran through a lawnmower factory while naked. And over the course of the story, he earns himself more marks of failure.

Because The Weepers series will clearly have one thing most other Infected stories lack. Real humans. People you know. People you love. And occasionally hate. They survive through determination and skill, sure. But mostly on luck. And they have no delusions about this.

Where The Wild Things Are


Let's just focus on stories like 28 Days Later, or even any zombie story ever, disregarding I Am Legend which is debatable as to the society of the Infected. The titular (or sub-titularly...) Weepers are not strictly insane killers. They're animals. Humans altered on some extreme level to be hairy creatures adept at hunting. Not just killing at random or recklessly. They're vicious and ruthless, sure. But they're cunning. They're stealthy. They plan.

The difference here is that in many Infected stories, the non-humans are easily outsmarted or so tunnel-visioned that they become predictable and thus easier to fight. The Weepers are anything but. To put it simply, while the hero and heroine are hunting Weepers, the Weepers are hunting them right back. It's not some blind free-for-all to kill the humans just because. The Weepers make calculated movements as a group to bring down prey.

Basically, we're not dealing with psychotic humans anymore. We're dealing with a new species.

If they learn how to open doors we are---wait, they still have hands? Shit...

No Spoilers Here

All right, what completely sets THE OTHER LIFE apart from all of the other Infected stories, is the depth of the story. 28 Days Later begins at an unnamed research facility where they're testing nasty stuff out on apes. Boom. Apocalypse. I Am Legend (film version, anyway) begins with curing cancer. Within about 15 minutes of Quarantine, we know the virus is a fast acting version of rabies and nothing more.

And The Weepers came from...well, that's not so clear. Because *character name redacted* has some information about that. And *character name redacted* has something to add to his tale, but of course he *verb redacted*. And every so often we get the hint that *epic revelation redacted* because, as it turns out, Sherry, Joshua and everyone being hunted by The Weepers have been *shit luck event redacted*. Does the book end on a cliffhanger? I promise you it *assurance one way or the other redacted*. But what I will say, is as soon as I closed the book, I went online to try and preorder the inevitable sequel. I want to know if Sherry and Joshua will *possible awesomeness redacted* or not...I mean...THAT WOULD BE INSANE! Are they going to go all super *character-type redacted* and charge the *location redacted* to *goal redacted*?!?!?!!?!?!

Yeah. It's that flavor of awesome.

Go check out THE OTHER LIFE by Susanne Winnacker!!!! Well worth the read.

And check in next week for SCARLET by A.C. Gaughen. I'm foreseeing another awesome heroine!!!

DISCLAIMER: Book Review Friday here is an enjoyable affair. I don't review books I don't like. Why bother wasting -my- time typing something negative and waste your time in having to read it? I usually don't read a book unless I have a strong feeling I'll enjoy it. And if by chance I don't enjoy it, you won't be seeing a review here. That's just how I view reading and this site. My blog library will only contain books I enjoy. I keep bad books in the cold, moldy blog garage. As a warning to future books...

STARTERS by Lissa Price

Welcome welcome to the first of four very special Book Review Fridays! I know I'm not as constant with these days as I'd like to be, but rest assured if this weeks book is any indication, I'll have no problem reading and reviewing each of these four books!

But before I tell you about STARTERS by Lissa Price, I want to remind you how I came by my signed copy.

You see, I participated in a charity auction for a set of books from authors debuting in 2012. The Apocalypsies. I know, no matter when I manage to trick the world into publishing my stuff, I will never be part of a group with as badass a name as that...

So I want to take this moment to ask you if you have a few bucks you could spare for the wonderful charity that put on this auction. Every little bit helps, folks.

They help homeless animals. Do you hate puppies so much that you can't donate $1 on Paypal?

I didn't think so.

Now that I've got you muttering profanities at me and putting in credit card information, let's move on to the book review!

STARTERS by Lissa Price

In a future Los Angeles, becoming someone else is now possible. Sixteen-year-old Callie discovers the Body Bank where teens rent their bodies to seniors who want to be young again. But when her neurochip malfunctions, she wakes up in the mansion of her rich renter and finds she is going out with a senator’s grandson. It’s a fairy-tale new life, until she discovers her renter’s deadly plan.

So STARTERS is a dystopic tale wherein most people between the age of 20-65 have died off. I won't tell you why. That's half the fun! This leaves the little kids running around and the elderly scootering around. If this doesn't sound disturbing, I assure you it quickly gets there once you start reading. If it does disturb you, I promise it's at least ten times worse than you're imagining.


The Mind Jumping Good

It's very rare that a book gives me the squirmies. I like to think I've got a strong will when it comes to creepiness. I've mentioned at least one other on here with the villain(s) in BZRK by Michal Grant. STARTERS might outdo them. I mean the heebie-jeebies that crawl up your heels to your spine, across your shoulders and drills into your thinkybox. Then you have to put the book down so you don't pee a little.

While there are a handful of specific scenes that inspired this in this book, the overall premise does it, too. Imagine willingly giving your body up for a day. A week. A month. The body you keep covered in public. The body you've grown fond of over the last few years. You know that weird birthmark no one knows about? How about that twitch you get if you don't sleep just right. Remember that scar you got when you tried to make a grilled cheese for the first time? Yeah. They're all out in the open now. Sure, you're getting paid enough to buy a small house, but there will always be that pocket of time where you went to sleep and someone else drove you around like an remote control car. Who knows what they saw. What they did. Who they talked to.

But times is tough. There's no chance to live off the fatta the land anymore, George. You're homeless and there's no work and no freedom. This is your only choice. So it's either a life of sickness and inevitable death/imprisonment, or sacrificing your body for someone else's pleasure.

The Reality Jarring Bad

STARTERS is a dystopia. What this inherently means, is your narrator knows the shit situation they're in. And you need to catch up to that. So Callie, the girl put in the terrible circumstances, knows how awful things are from page one. Do you love your grandparents? I'm sure you do. But you know how they say the elderly vote in record numbers. You know how old folks are constantly complaining about "your generation". Because, the fact is, anyone ten years younger than them is part of that generation. 'Cause in their day people had respect!

Well, it takes a little while for you to realize just how terrifying it would be if a specific age bracket had absolute rule. It would be no better if kids were on top, to tell the truth. Whether you're talking about age, race, gender, species, it doesn't matter. When one group holds all the cards, things get scary for everyone involved. Because the oppressed have no chance to make their own life, and the ones on top are quickly silenced if they dissent.

And once you get to the point where you fully understand that Callie is well and truly screwed, you start staring at old folks with a certain level of unfair terror. For now...


That Perfect Line

"When hawks cry, time to fly..."

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So, STARTERS gets my seal of approval. It's got a creepy factor that ticks the top of the gauges. And a compelling narrator who, I'll admit it, had my heart feeling fuzzy for her plight. Pick it up!

And tune in next week, same time same place for the review of THE OTHER LIFE by Susanne Winnacker!

DISCLAIMER: Book Review Friday here is an enjoyable affair. I don't review books I don't like. Why bother wasting -my- time typing something negative and waste your time in having to read it? I usually don't read a book unless I have a strong feeling I'll enjoy it. And if by chance I don't enjoy it, you won't be seeing a review here. That's just how I view reading and this site. My blog library will only contain books I enjoy. I keep bad books in the cold, moldy blog garage. As a warning to future books...