Today, I'm pleased to present some information about 31 Ghost Stories to Read Before You Die. The title is something that I would pick up immediately in a library or book store, so it's fun to participate in this tour.
10 Things About Me (Deb Atwood)
1. I like spiders, but I'm afraid of yellow jackets (the insect, not the garment).
2. My hair is purple.
3. I love to wander around old cemeteries.
4. I have traveled throughout the Korean countryside (and treasured every minute).
5. My heart goes pitter patter for big dogs and fat cats.
6. If I had to choose one mode of travel, I would choose the train.
7. I suffer from math phobia.
8. One time in London I inadvertently spent a night in a homeless hotel, and it changed me.
9. I'm a scaredy cat passenger in a car (as my husband will attest).
10. I'm passionate about ghost fiction and ghost movies.
And now, an excerpt!
So, here's the question: Was my insomnia the result of an inability to abandon Bag of Bones until the final sentence?
Probably.
All I know is the night I started Stephen King’s novel, 2:53 AM found me munching cheddar cheese rice crackers and ploughing through page after page of Bag of Bones.
I was in love with this story from the first, empathizing with writer Mike Noonan as he struggles to come to terms with his wife's untimely death. I could not help but root for widow Mattie, her precocious daughter Kyra, and Mike who falls in love with both of them and joins their battle against a heartless and powerful grandfather.
I have to say that two thirds of the way through the book, the narrative veered into dark territory, and I experienced reader shock. My mistake. This is, after all, Stephen King. What began as a sweet damsel in distress love story (I don't mean that in a pejorative sense as Mattie possesses plenty of spunk and courage and strength) of the good guy vs. bad guy variety morphed into GOOD vs. EVIL on a magnified scale. (I’m thinking of the Richter scale here, and yes, I was quaking.)
Thank you, Novel-ties, for hosting 31 Ghost Novels to Read Before You Die! I'm glad this is the sort of book you would pick up at a library. I love your J.M. Barrie quote.
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