Oh my, I’m terribly afraid that the majority of my writing tends toward purple prosishness. (Did I just make up a word, that must add extra points to the purpleness of my prose.) My mother always did say that I liked to hear myself talk, I imagine purple prose is a dead givea...
And I cannot tell what I should do with a death as ridiculous as hers as pointless and hypnotic, nor do I know why I mention it now, though I suppose it’s always probably the way: you write one thing in order to talk about something else. And there you have Gainza’s beautiful, ...
Full disclosure, I have already knocked this one off of my October TBR and I feel kind of meh about it. For some, it struck all the right horror chords, but it just wasn’t the book for me. It overpromised and underdelivered. From the blurb and the first few chapters, I expected ...
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