Okay, just to reiterate something I said in my last post: I want to travel back in time and smack myself. Chapter 10 clocked in at 71 pages. Chapter 11?
I’m trying to remember if I did that on purpose, or if I just didn’t like breaking up my Word documents into a bunch of different files. Before discovering Scrivener, I saved all of my works-in-progress under a title folder, with a single file for each chapter. It made page numbering a pain, but it made editing and revising much, much easier. Ah, the 90s.
Check back tomorrow for a big announcement. Until then, bring on the doorstop.
I hate cliffhanger endings. So obviously I had one at the end of “A Place Called Hope.” Sorry! Had to be done!
So you’ll be glad to know that the cliffhanger is resolved fairly early on in the follow-up. Spoilers ahead.
Full review here.
Looking back, I’m pretty sure I first read this book when I was around the same age as my son when he read it. If nothing else, that’s a statement as to the endurance of a true classic. I read through the rest of the books in the Lewis Barnavelt series and moved onto the more YA-oriented Anthony Monday series after that. In a way, I guess you could say that Bellairs was a gateway drug into more mature thriller/horror such as Dean Koontz and Stephen King.
It’s funny to think about it, but I have a pretty significant stack of ‘milestone’ books from my childhood to share with my kids. It will be interesting to see if the things that meant so much to me impact my daughter and son in the same way.
How about you? Are there any works you read as a child that stuck with you?
I want a time machine so I can go back and slap my younger self upside the head.
My publisher has rolled out a new site. We’re just getting started, but the hope is to have fresh content every day — book reviews, movie and TV reviews, general articles, all focused on the genre.
So if you dig The Dresden Files, Supernatural, or <cough> the Paxton Locke series, check it out. Should be right up your alley.
In part 5, our thinly-veiled tropes . . . err, characters . . . received their draft notices. Existentialist debates and really bad foreshadowing followed. (Looking back, I’m pretty sure the ‘drafting people based on psych evals’ was (air fingers quote) borrowed (air fingers quote) from Joe Haldeman’s The Forever War. At one time I owned at least three copies, each of a slightly different version. That, I suppose, is the one bad thing of culling your dead tree collection of books in favor of digital. But I digress . . .
Onward with the awful!