It was my brother who introduced me to the world of fantasy, and for that, I thank him. This author has many, many books to choose from, and I promise to get to those later. But for now, I want to share this non stop, page turning trilogy. Become acquainted with the powerful, John Ross, a man with a great burden; and a young girl, by the name of, Nest Freemark. You won’t be disappointed.
I hate to say this, but I rarely look to see who follows me on twitter. Not having that much of a following anyway, the numbers rarely change, but today I took notice, and was slightly taken back when I saw that an American Indi actress by the name of Lea Vonn (for whatever reason) had come across my page, (she must be mad). Anyway, I looked and found that her biography mentions she ‘is notorious for her dark humor and edgy approach to cinema’ which is right up my alley. So I decided to share with you, a short Tara Alexis film (co written by Lea Vonn), and after watching I needed another of those chats with myself in the mirror, to try to understand how it’s taken me so long to discover what turned out to be, a really good watch, (by the beach I might add, on my phone). Cheers. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
I’ll never sway from horror, but at the risk of becoming one dimensional, I think it’s crucial to read everything I can get my hands on.
There may be different points of view about this person, and some would be as to his political career, but it’s as an author where I believe his talent really shines. This is the first book I read of his, containing twelve short stories, and though they are all good, I particularly enjoyed, ‘Never Stop On The Motorway’ which told me I’d come across someone special. Enjoy.
Just watched this on my own. Silly, silly me.
While standing in line at my local book shop, waiting to ask a question about a certain author, I noticed a flyer, promoting the arrival at the end of October, to a close by library, John Connolly, the creator of, Charlie Parker, a character whom I’ve come to know well. This author adds grittyness to his work, and reading anything from this man, leaves you both satisfied but also slightly on edge, due to an intensity which hovers in abundance. Because I live in a place that would seem to some as being at the end of the earth, I’m treating this visit the same as if a huge film star was coming. Unless you’re into books like me, which if you read this, then I hope you are, this is a big thing, a chance to be in the same room as someone you admire, other than the wife
My job now is to book my place and see this great writer, and though the date is a month away it doesn’t leave me much time to decide which book I’m going to take for him to sign. Cheers.
I love my horror, as everyone knows, but I had to share with you the books I picked up this morning. I suppose I should have put them on my, ‘Other Books I Love To Read’ page, but that would take too long. The only thing left to do now is find the time to read them. Happy Sunday. Cheers.
For someone (being me) who has never had the pleasure of meeting the one and only King, of horror, Stephen King, our relationship over many years has been a somewhat tumultuous one to say the least. It started when I was a small child, at an age when reading the work of such a teller—work filled with nightmarish despair and flesh tingling words, was seen as something that didn’t happen in the small village of my birth. A stroll down the street with a frightening bundle bearing the name of such a blasphemer, produced on the faces of those I passed, looks close to those who have just handed down a sentence of being burned at the stake to some unfortunate soul, who has done nothing more than have a difference of opinion. The Talisman, King’s first collaboration with the equally horrific, Peter Straub, is where most of the blame can be placed for leading me down a road, similar to the old scalextric racing games where if you went too fast your car spun off its grooved track, only to have you carefully, and with some delicacy, place it back on to re-start. I was that car, and though I loved watching it spin around the track, I, unfortunately kept falling off. The story of my progression from young child to grown man is far too long for today’s fast paced reader, but a shorter version—one which will lead me to the point, is that, while I love this man’s work, having read many, many of his magnificent stories, that in my opinion have set a benchmark for anyone wanting to enter this terrific trade, I have this habit of starting a novel; become totally submerged in its darkness, only to have an outside distraction pull me back to the light, forcing that novel to sit dormant, wiping my mind blank of its content, until another day comes where the process repeats once again, which has happened more than I care to mention. So as I sit writing this, on a bright Saturday morning, a pledge to myself has been made, a promise, where the reality of life being too short, sits at the forefront of a mind already filled with half-read horror, (and an evil clown carrying a bunch of coloured balloons) a pledge to finish, The Shining, so that later today I can go out and buy its sequel, Doctor Sleep. I suppose that if the truth is to be really told, my obsession with trying to fit in as much horror as possible comes from a particular reasoning, where a fictitious world is sometimes a lot better than the everyday one in which we live. Cheers.
I know it’s plain to see, that what I’ve written previously has been mainly about books, which is where my passion is firmly rooted, but the horror world is so much more than the written word, and many times I’ve found myself wanting to comment or write about the other areas of this great genre, whether it be a movie, or tv show, but held back, not wanting to cheat, if you like, on the magnificent world of books. The name of my blog, ‘My view on horror blog’ imposes a broader view, but to those who visit, may leave somewhat unsatisfied after coming across nothing more than my list of favourite authors. So to those who do pass this way, if only for a brief moment, I’ve decided to cover more of my chosen field, and in doing so will hopefully, not only leave you, the reader, but me the writer, a whole lot more satisfied. Cheers.
To say that I’ve just discovered this author would be telling a small lie. The truth is, that I hadn’t gotten around to purchasing any of his work until recently, and though the wait, for me was a long one, I’ve now had the pleasure of reading two of his books. The author who has re-wet my horror appetite, is the one and only, Wrath James White. His book, Sacrifice, was first on my new author expedition, and whether it was the look of the cover, or the story’s blurb which prompted me to purchase, I don’t now remember, but I’m glad I did. I’m the kind of person, who tries to second guess the author and this book was no exception. I was proved wrong, and if I found this book, entertaining, then imagine my delight, when reading my second purchase called, Pure Hate. If you’re at all squeamish, or intolerant to vicious and evil violence, then I’d advise you to stay away from this one, but on the other hand, if you like the sight of blood, and horrid torture, then I’d highly recommend. Anyone who reads what I write, will know of my love for horror, and my love for finding a great new story, and though, Wrath James White, had been around for a while, I hope he continues to write, because, I for one am a very new, and avid fan. Cheers.