Inner Reader

Hooked on pages

The story inside

World within

Teleportation

Printed beauty

Escapism first

Cover to cover

Transportation

Sentences flow

Paragraphs born

Coming together

Exhilaration

In a Nutshell – Others by James Herbert

Hope you’re all having a wonderful Sunday. I’m still sat in my PJs at 11:45am and it’s glorious.

So here’s something a bit different for you guys; something that I’d like your opinion on. I’ve been writing short and to the point book reviews on Goodreads for AGES now. I never write anymore than a couple of paragraphs generally as I think it’s best for everyone to read a book for themselves instead of bowing to reviews 🤷🏻‍♀️ ANYWAY! I was thinking of copying some of my reviews from there onto my blog as and when I finish books etc. Oh and I’ve decided to call them my In a Nutshell reviews; short, sweet and concise 👍🏻 here goes nothing!

As an avid reader of James Herbert novels, I opened the pages of Others with tangible excitement. I knew that I was likely in for a dark and disturbing nightmare of a read; and that is precisely what I got.

Some of the scenes were particularly ghoulish or violent, which is exactly what I like in my books. Call me morbid if you will, I don’t mind one bit. The ‘haunting’ scenes were especially creepy and left me feeling a wee bit edgy!

Overall a solid 4 star read and would highly recommend to anyone who loves a twisted read.

Any feedback would be awesome!

Kelsey x

Adapt

The birds that sing overhead

Insects scuttle underfoot

Fish in the waves, riverbeds too

The life that lives where it can.

Adaptable, making the most of it

They find a way to thrive

Not all but some it must be known

Do proudly soldier on.

Humans as well do this at times

Surviving, taking each day as it comes

For tomorrow is a bright beginning

The chance for life anew

Freestyle #2

We see the world the way we want

Rose-tinted glasses or the skeptics shades

Optimist, pessimist and realist alike

Perceive and analyse, fitting their views

Good or evil, grey area morals

Ethics for some but foreign to others

Perhaps our realities aren’t the same

Parallel but never to entwine

Marching onwards in shared time

But never sharing the who, what or why

Clouds of Cotton Wool

Sublime sunshine

Clouds of cotton wool

Glorious brightness

It’s all so wonderful

Streaming through glass

Lights up my day

Even when sofa-bound

It comes to say hey

Colours of blue

Green of the grass

Beautiful weather

Let’s hope it won’t pass

The Dark

Something creeps, unseen and unheard.

It lurks in the corner, not saying a word.

Maybe it’s waiting, biding it’s time.

Or maybe there is no reason or even no rhyme.

Blankly it sits, emotionless air.

What is it? What are you? Why are you there?

The dark does not speak, react or reply.

It simply exists, alone, and unable to die.

But wait, something is stirring.

Deep inside, the dark is whirring.

Silent movement, it leaves its place.

A discovery is made; the dark has a face.

Teeth not human, eyes glowing white.

Blood on its mind, eager for the fight.

It’s right there behind you, but you mustn’t scream.

The dark has chosen you, and this is not a dream.