by Allie Burke
Its been at least twelve hours since I read the last page of this book, and I’m still reeling. This novel is like when you lose your grasp on reality for just a moment and you have to ask yourself what the fuck just happened. It’s a mindfuck for sure. I still haven’t figured out the ending – I heard from other readers the ending was like WTF – but I wasn’t expecting that. You’re so focused on the big reveal during the whole thing that Mann pulls a fast one on you with what seems like no effort at all; it is so seamless. I still don’t quite understand what happened. I considered asking the author myself since she is a personal friend of mine, but truth be told I’m kind of embarrassed that I don’t have it figured out yet. I’ll get it I’m sure, even if I have to read it again.
Continue reading Prisoned by Marni Mann
by Allie Burke
I haven’t much thought about Maggie Stiefvater being my favorite author as much as I have considered her to be my favorite person. When I’m asked for my favorites, I tend to gravitate to the works of John Green and Sarah Addison Allen because it was their words that got me to write. But if you ask me what my favorite first line of a book is (I’m a nerd for stuff that gets people to keep reading), I will always quote The Scorpio Races:
Continue reading Thoughts About Maggie Stiefvater and Her Contribution to Storytelling
Here is a poem dedicated to my friend Johnathon – who just received his MBA – son of an immigrant who I know will change the world with his intelligence and his compassion for all those voices unheard. Also inspired by John Lennon’s “Imagine” as I remember and honor him in the anniversary month of his death. -Marie Scampini
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by Angela Santistevan
She couldn’t stop grinning. Unaware of the fact that she was, Katie also couldn’t stop singing. It was one of the songs the Sheriff liked so much, “Everyday it’s getting closer, mmm hmm, it’s getting closer, going faster than a roller coaster…” She couldn’t help herself, Katie was over the top on this one, she was practically bursting with anticipation. “What a day!” Katie had to get on her tiptoes to sit on her bike, after that it was cake, just balancing and pedaling. She didn’t concern herself at all about stopping and how that would all work out.
Continue reading Katie and Siciley V3: No Greater Love
by Neesa Suncheuri
My life externally appears enviable.
I have a house, and happy children.
A corporate job, expensive suits.
I keep up with the Jones’.
Continue reading The Grave