Tag: fiction

In a Nutshell – Heart Shaped Box by Joe Hill

A properly creepy read for the first 100 pages or so, as well as being super tense and eery. But after that something just disappeared. The plot itself became even more farfetched (yes I know ghost stories are already fairly unbelievable but you know what I’m getting at) πŸ˜‚ I

In a Nutshell – Naomi’s Room by Jonathan Aycliffe

HOLY S*** SNACKS. That was honestly the creepiest book I have read in a long time. I don’t know why but the haunted house trope always gets me right in the anxiety. But this? This was like a haunted house story but amped up by a thousand. So so insanely

In a Nutshell – The Reckoning by Jane Casey

My first experience of anything by Jane Casey, although I had heard good things from my Bookstagram friends. It was a great read. A genuinely dark crime thriller that tackles some really complex judicial + social issues head on; making you reflect upon your beliefs + moral alignment. As the

In a Nutshell – The Stranger Diaries by Elly Griffiths

What an enjoyable gothic-tinged story! I’m not really sure what else to add to this review if I’m honest. The characters were solid + well formed. The story itself was executed perfectly. The many twists and shocks kept me on my toes. Hell, there’s even talk of ghosts + hauntings.

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

Bookish News!

Yes I’m one of those people now: I’m starting a Bookstagram. It’s the same link as the one I *think* is already hooked up with my blog. But in case you’ve missed it and want to check it out, here it is 😊 http://www.instagram.com/thosedarkpages

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,

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