aka Should I make this a thing?
This is the first month, in a long time, that I haven’t posted my TBR. It feels strange, but it also feels liberating. The fact that I don’t HAVE to stick to the books that I broadcasted to a bunch of people on the internet, but I could pick up what I wanted, when I wanted. Freeing, I tell you!
But…I still needed to put up a post, right? So, I’m giving this Friday Reads thing a shot.
Here’s what I’m currently reading:
– Insomnia by Stephen King
Ralph’s insomnia gets worse when Ed Deepneau gets out of control. Ed is obsessed with the notion that Derry is becoming the new Armageddon and that time is ticking away for the residents. An evil of unimaginable proportions has began and Ralph has the one chance to beat it.
– Skeleton Letters by Laura Childs
Is nothing sacred? The last thing Carmela Bertrand and her friend Ava expected to bear witness to in St. Tristan’s Church was a crime. But now a beloved member of their scrapbooking circle lies lifeless next to a smashed statue of St. Sebastien-and a mysterious hooded figure has absconded with an antique crucifix.
As Carmela and Ava are drawn deeper into New Orleans’ French Quarter in search of the missing crucifix, they may need the help of more than a few patron saints. Because this is one killer they don’t want to cross…
– Obsidian by Jennifer L Armentrout
Starting over sucks.
When we moved to West Virginia right before my senior year, I’d pretty much resigned myself to thick accents, dodgy internet access, and a whole lot of boring… until I spotted my hot neighbor, with his looming height and eerie green eyes. Things were looking up.
And then he opened his mouth.
Daemon is infuriating. Arrogant. Stab-worthy. We do not get along. At all. But when a stranger attacks me and Daemon literally freezes time with a wave of his hand, well, something… unexpected happens.
The hot alien living next door marks me.
You heard me. Alien. Turns out Daemon and his sister have a galaxy of enemies wanting to steal their abilities, and Daemon’s touch has me lit up like the Vegas Strip. The only way I’m getting out of this alive is by sticking close to Daemon until my alien mojo fades.
If I don’t kill him first, that is.
So, what great works of literature are holding your attention this wonderous Friday afternoon? (Sorry, I won’t do that again.)