Spending the last few days of vacation with my nose in a book. More accurate to say my nose pressed against an LCD screen. Experiment. Makes me cross-eyed. You get the picture. Lots of Kindle Swag. Lots of reading.
Right now, I'm glued to New England Witch Chronicles by Chelsea Bellingeri.
One of the first research papers I ever wrote was about Mass Hysteria and the Salem Witch Trials. All those bored, crazy women trapped by long short-dayed east-coast winters listening to ghost stories. Sigh. Who knows what really happened, but I love all the conjecture. And most of the time when I hear Salem Witch Trials, my eyebrows lift with interest.
I peek around the shelves..."You were saying?"
So group psyche and the loss of individuality within the group, well, that's all in my wheelhouse, too, and Alexandria Ramsey is my kinda' girl. Independent.
The writing is smooth. It's the kind of writing where you don't know you're reading. None of this drowning in metaphor soup, where you feel like unnecessary words are dribbling down your chin like broth, and you constantly have to wipe them away to keep them from staining your jammies--cause you're reading in bed, right?
I like the pace, the dialogue, and Peter.
I like that no one has said "Blessed Be" yet.
