There will be mild spoilers below for assorted horror movies of the last 40 or so years—namely, revealing the names of the “final girls” of said movies. Read on at your own risk.
Until I was 13 or 14 years old, I hated horror movies. I had always hated Halloween because there were nothing but men in scary masks hacking up teenagers on TV (and because I hated seeing teenagers in those same masks running around the neighborhood) and I didn’t like being scared. Life can be awful enough; why subject yourself to extra torture?
But it was the middle of a weekend day, probably on AMC’s Halloween marathon, when my mom (who also largely disliked scary movies) and I ended up engrossed in 1998’s teen slasher, Urban Legend. That moment will live in infamy in my life, as that was the movie that spawned my concurrent love affairs with late 90s teen slasher flicks, Joshua Jackson, and final girls.
Continue reading Slasher flicks and FINAL GIRLS: A review of Riley Sager’s novel
I’m new to both my publishing career and this whole reviewing process. So I’ve been sitting on a whole lot of feelings about a phenomenal book that my company will be publishing in November, unsure if it was proper etiquette to rave about a book you have a hand in helping put together and selling to the general public. But seeing as my boss (who edited said book) encouraged me to rate and review it on Goodreads, I guess I can share a little more now.
So, a few months back, when I was still pretty new to the editorial assistant thing and worked just three days a week, my boss turned to me (we all work in one office–we’re tiny) and basically just said, “Katie, you have to read this.”
I did. I absolutely did have to read it.
Continue reading I have to tell you about ‘Bohemian Gospel’ real quick
Is it just me, or does the next genre trend seem to be turn-of-the-century historical fiction set in and around side shows, or focusing on characters who make their homes, fame, and fortunes in circuses, carnivals, and the like? The Night Circus was a big hit recently, and I feel like I’ve seen a few such manuscripts come into the submissions box at work (have I mentioned that I’m an editorial assistant at a New York-based independent publisher? I don’t get to read nearly as much as I’d like, but I’m working to shift my duties back to the submission pile).
And when I came across Leslie Parry’s Church of Marvels (I think I signed up for a Goodreads giveaway of it a few months ago), I knew I had to read it. I’ve been on quite a circus fiction kick of my own, spanning artistic mediums these last few months. And the story of several distinct people living disparate, yet irrevocably intertwined, lives in 1895 New York City sounded exactly like the kind of book I’d devour. After losing the giveaway I’d entered for it, I placed a large order at Barnes & Noble, including a pre-order of Church of Marvels. Another book in my shopping cart, unfortunately, won’t pub until mid-June, so I’m, unfortunately, still waiting for my new haul.
Continue reading A ‘Marvel’ amongst circus fiction