I set my goal for five books a month, and I’m happy to say I hit that in January! I could have probably fit one more in, but things have been a bit busy lately and I didn’t want to stress myself out.
When this post goes live on Thursday (31st), I’ll be on holiday and therefore absent from social media for a week. I’ll try to get out updates on my reading, but it’ll not be priority.
I entered the new year feeling pretty optimistic about a lot of things. I don’t exactly believe in the whole “new year, new me” spiel, but going forward I wanted to continue improving my lifestyle because… well, I’m not getting any younger.
I’ve made changes. I’ve drastically changed my diet, started working on a novel and several short stories, and am reading steadily with a set goal. As far as results, I’ve lost five pounds, submitted my short story Of a Sacrificial Rose to a couple of open calls, and completed my reading schedule. It feels good, and going forward I’m determined to keep it up.
The Rust Maidens by Gwendolyn Kiste – I can’t possibly convey how powerful this book was. It affected me on many levels, and even now I find myself thinking back and going over specific scenes. There’s a lot to take away from The Rust Maidens; I know I gained a lot of inspiration. Read my full review here.
Carrie by Stephen King – As stated by the man himself, Carrie was an emotionally “raw” burn. I enjoyed it quite a bit, and it was easy to get through because I felt that pleasant urge to keep reading. My prior knowledge of the plot didn’t at all ruin the experience. My only complaint is that it should have ended sooner – drawing it out didn’t do much of anything other than wasting paper with filler. Read my full review here.
The Window by Glenn Rolfe – The Window was a possession tale that I enjoyed, despite the dragging of certain chapters. I loved the demons and their intermingling of the more baser instincts of violence and sex. The last portion of the book really thrilled me; that confrontation was worth the wait. Read my full review here.
The Mongrel by Seán O’Connor – The Mongrel read as two different books melded together; one was the thrilling tale of a pregnant woman trying to survive, and the other was a werewolf conspiracy. I felt totally engaged up until the last chapters, when the overall tone changed. I want to read more from this author, though, because I sincerely believe in his potential. Read my full review here.
Victoria by Jason Parent – I didn’t dislike Victoria – I came to acknowledge it for what it was – but I preferred the first in the series. The lack of horror elements in favour of action scenes didn’t completely do it for me, but I liked the character development. Read my full review here.