Hooked on pages
The story inside
World within
Teleportation
Printed beauty
Escapism first
Cover to cover
Transportation
Sentences flow
Paragraphs born
Coming together
Exhilaration
Tag: creative
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.
