Have you ever had a dream that you find a library book in your home that was due 2 years ago, and instead of returning it, you put it in a closet and pretend it isn’t there, but it mocks you, and you begin living your own horrifying tell-tale heart reality, hearing the pages faintly rustling through the closet door? That’s me with this blog right now.
If you are a regular reader of this blog (i.e., you’re my mother or a horror fan who somehow found my blog), you may be wondering where I’ve been. I could blame my absence on starting a new job, or the pandemic, or being busy teaching my cat how to high five. But the truth is, I was in a rut. I read two books (reviews coming soon) that were incredibly ~meh~ to write about. That’s not to say they were bad, but I didn’t have much to say about them, positive or negative. I’d sit down and struggle to find some emotion they evoked in me, but nothing happened.
Then it hit me: Not having a lot to say in a review speaks volumes about a book. I could talk for hours about why The Shining is so wonderful or why Pet Sematary is an amazing book but will always be a terrible film.
So with that said, the style of my reviews may be inconsistent moving forward. I may write 12 paragraphs in one review but only 2 in the next. I’ll point out when a book wasn’t remarkable, but you’ll probably be able to tell based on the length that it isn’t a book I felt any type of emotion toward.
So that’s my update! I hope y’all are in happy, healthy, and surrounded by good books!
Until next time,
-S
The Haunting of Lit House 