You know the lull over the holidays when you get into the groove of blogging and life slow down and you find yourself happily answering comments when you get them and not a week later? Yeah, I miss that.
I’m trying very hard to be better and more logical about my time spent blogging and also stepping away from trying to do to much after work at night, but sometimes I’m not too good at that, and that’s when I’m grumpy the next morning!
So how do you carve our your time blogging and commenting? Tell me what the secret is!
Every other weekend, Hope and Eden-backpacks, Walkmans, and homework in hand-wait for their father to pick them up, as he always does, at a strip-mall bus stop. It’s the divorce shuffle; they’re used to it. Only this weekend, he’s screwed up, forgotten, and their world will irrevocably change when a stranger lures them into his truck with a false story and smile.
More than twenty years later, Hope is that classic New York failure: a playwright with only one play produced long ago, newly evicted from an illegal sublet, working a humiliating temp job. Eden has long distanced herself from her family, and no one seems to know where she is. When the man who abducted them is up for parole, the girls might be able to offer testimony to keep him jailed. Hope sets out to find her sister-and to find herself-and it becomes the journey of a lifetime, taking her from hippie communes to cities across the country. Suspenseful and moving, Eden asks: How much do our pasts define us, and what price do we pay if we break free?
This one excited the thriller fan in me, but at the same time you can well guess what a kidnapper could have done to them, and how that could have changed their relationship. But, from the last sentence, this is about moving forward and how they do it so yeah, as dark as it sounds, it also promises something hopeful maybe?
The New York Times bestselling author of No Time for Goodbye returns with a haunting psychological thriller that blends the twists and turns of Gillian Flynn with the driving suspense of Harlan Coben, in which a man is troubled by odd sounds for which there is no rational explanation.
College professor Paul Davis is a normal guy with a normal life. Until, driving along a deserted road late one night, he surprises a murderer disposing of a couple of bodies. That’s when Paul’s “normal” existence is turned upside down. After nearly losing his own life in that encounter, he finds himself battling PTSD, depression, and severe problems at work. His wife, Charlotte, desperate to cheer him up, brings home a vintage typewriter—complete with ink ribbons and heavy round keys—to encourage him to get started on that novel he’s always intended to write.
However, the typewriter itself is a problem. Paul swears it’s possessed and types by itself at night. But only Paul can hear the noise coming from downstairs; Charlotte doesn’t hear a thing. And she worries he’s going off the rails.
Paul believes the typewriter is somehow connected to the murderer he discovered nearly a year ago. The killer had made his victims type apologies to him before ending their lives. Has another sick twist of fate entwined his life with the killer—could this be the same machine? Increasingly tormented but determined to discover the truth and confront his nightmare, Paul begins investigating the deaths himself.
But that may not be the best thing to do. Maybe Paul should just take the typewriter back to where his wife found it. Maybe he should stop asking questions and simply walk away while he can. . . .
Linwood Barclay is one of those names I’ve seen over and over and never picked a book of his up — mostly because I think he seemed so big I just couldn’t imagine getting into his work — which yes, I know that makes very little sense, but I am putting it down to the hype and being overwhelmed by it. But, while this actually sounds like horror, it’s billed as psychological suspense, which is my jam so here it is.
Who has read his work before?
Dr. Matilda Deacon is a psychologist researching how memories are made and stored when she meets a strange eleven-year-old girl named Ashanique. Ashanique claims to harbor the memories of the last soldier killed in World War I and Matilda is at first very interested but skeptical. However, when Ashanique starts talking about being chased by the Night Doctors—a term also used by an unstable patient who was later found dead—Matilda can’t deny that the girl might be telling the truth.
Matilda learns that Ashanique and her mother have been on the run their whole lives from a monstrous assassin named Rade. Rade is after a secret contained solely in memories and has left a bloody trail throughout the world in search of it. Matilda soon realizes Ashanique is in unimaginable danger and that her unique ability comes with a deadly price.
Yeah, this is complicated isn’t it? Memories of the dead, an assassin and a secret that might not be actually be just Ashanique’s and there might be other people who retain the memories of the dead? I feel like this blurb is ping ponging me from plot point to plot point, so here’s hoping it comes together. (But really, memories of the dead, I would have given it a go just for that)
Down the River Unto the Sea centres on a former New York City police detective, now working as a Brooklyn PI, who is investigating the case of a Black civil rights activist convicted of murdering two city policemen. At the same time, he’s still trying to piece together the conspiracy that caused his own downfall at the hands of the police.