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

Bring the right thing

Some people bring the sunshine

Others bring the rain

Some people bring both at once

The joy and the pain

Some people want what’s best

For you and all their kin

Others only see themselves

Their selfishness kicks in

What is it that you bring

To other people’s lives

Sunshine full of kindness

Or rain that drives and drives?

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.

Stress

It can hit you like a bus

Or creep up in the dark

It takes on many guises

And it always leaves a mark.

Maybe you feel sick

Or maybe it’s an ache

Could be pain deep inside

A presence that keeps you awake.

Your whole mood may change

Is it anger, worry or fear?

A low and desolate place

Nobody wants to be here.

But the light is nearby

Somewhere round the bend

Keep on going, be oh so brave

It’ll be worth it in the end.

Freestyle

Going freestyle

Straight from the mind

I’ll just make it up

No time to rewind

Verse after verse

More words spill

Does it even make sense?

Some of it will

Typing it out

Letter by letter

Impulsive poetry

What can be better?

Pages

Words on the page

Come alive in my head

Images created

Feeling what was said

Paper or screen

The experience the same

Of a world unknown

Spark the creative flame

Writer and magician

Skills go hand in hand

Conjure lives and places

Lifted to another land

Escapism for me

Education for others

Something for everyone

Underneath those paper covers

Happiness

Happy doesn’t always mean a smile

It can be quiet, unassuming and shy

It doesn’t have to show on the outside

Like unhappiness doesn’t mean we cry

We feel it inside us, deep in our soul

Contentment, bliss, peace and glee

It could be from family or our friends

Or maybe it’s from the sky and the sea

Whatever the source may be for you

Enjoy the moment, the sound, the sight

For our happiness may not last forever

We must grab it and hold it tight