Wednesday, October 21, 2026
Poems To Be Afraid Of by Pixie Bruner
Monday, October 19, 2026
Grave Secrets by Alice James
This sassy, supernatural comic thriller features vampires, zombies, and a necromancer. Toni is a powerful necromancer who has to raise the dead for a short while or deal with being antsy. She is also an estate agent in Staffordshire, England, who is looking for a place for a vampire, Oscar, to live. In Europe, being a vampire is legal. In other places, like America, it's more of a stake-on-sight. The English vampire Assemblage has a huge problem with a Chicago mob Assemblage that has moved in on their territory and plans to take it over. Oscar is a member of the English vampire Assemblage and has Peter, a German doctor, in his coterie, who hates living at the Assemblage. Toni and Oscar fall in love, but they have to overlook faults, like his desire to drink her blood (Yuck!). There's also the matter of the head vampire of England wanting Toni to pledge fealty to him in exchange for protection from the other vampires, and the EDL, an anti-vampire faction that wants to kill all vampires and those associated with them.
There is also the matter of the Jane Doe in the morgue that Toni's brother, Wills, keeps asking Toni to try to raise her so they can find out her name and who murdered her. Toni has little luck in this task since she needs a name to raise a corpse or control vampires. The vampires supposedly wiped out all the necromancers, and Toni must keep the fact that she can control the dead and undead a secret or risk being killed by the vampires. Toni is a snappy, sarcastic woman who refuses to put up with any gruffness. She is a strong character who can mostly take care of herself. Oscar is an inscrutable vampire with old-fashioned values about male-female relationships and doesn't tell Toni anything about himself or what life is like as a vampire. Peter is forced to fill her in. The pages fly in this fast-paced novel that will keep you entertained to the very last page. This is the first of three books, and I can't wait to read more.
Quotes
God blessed me with pale English skin that burns under light candlelight and tangerine-coloured hair that tangles when you are asleep. And when you are awake. And probably when you are dead.
Alice James (Grave Secrets, p.21)
I noticed what beautiful cursive handwriting he had. My own looks like a mating ritual of the rare Amazon ink dancing spider.
Alice James (Grave Secrets, p.27)
"Have you got her?" he called...in an English voice. A Birmingham voice to be exact. I wasn't going to die at the hands of an escaped zombie or a blood-eating vampire. I wasn't even going to be shunted off this mortal coil by a ninja or a Chicago hitman. I was going to meet my maker at the hands of some thug from Shirley. Thank you, posterity. You suck.
Alice James (Grave Secrets, p.37)
We really needed to get to first names soon. Still, we were both English and it had only ben five years.
Alice James (Grave Secrets, p.49)
Next time there was a work party, I was going to lock the door, take the phone off the hook, and watch all three Lord of the Rings movies with a kebab, an entire tub of ice cream and a bottle of vodka. If there was any evening left, I would start on The Hobbit.
Alice James (Grave Secrets, p.67)
-Hello, Tori. How's your decapitated corpse doing:
-It's finished bleeding on me and now it's just oozing onto my lawn.
Alice James (Grave Secrets, p.70-1)
Croquet is a game with two teams, six hoops, eight mallets, and too many rules. The worst rule is that you are not allowed to use the mallets to club the opposition to death.
Alice James (Grave Secrets, p.85)
Toni, I grew up in Germany, remember? There we think sausages are vegetables.
Alice James (Grave Secrets, p.89)
I wasn't so much unlucky in love as damn well cursed.
Alice James (Grave Secrets, p.99)
My idea of tidying up and feng shui was to line up all the piles of rubbish in a visually pleasing manner.
Alice James (Grave Secrets, p.142)
Don't listen to your heart. It's a liar and deceiver and brings nothing but grief.
Alice James (Grave Secrets, p.189)
When you seek through the world for love, you should first look for friendship and kindness. Without these, I think there is a great risk of the heart making bad choices for the head.
Alice James (Grave Secrets, p.279)
Friday, October 16, 2026
I Was a Teenage Slasher by Stephen Graham Jones
Stephen Graham Jones has written another New York Times bestselling book that takes place in Lamesa, Texas and Tolly Driver who is looking back on the summer of 1989 when he was seventeen. Tolly's dad had died a year before in a car accident. He only has his mother who owns a hardware store and his best friend from school, Amber Dennison, the only Native living in town`. Amber drives a Rabbit truck that runs on diesel. The two are very close but not in a romantic way. They are not in the marching band or the Future Farmers of America which puts them on the outside looking in.
Tolly likes to go to parties and get drunk, throw up and make a fool of himself. For the most part the other students ignore him because he no longer has a father. Stace Goodkin is one of those people who gets great grades and follows the rules. One night, the In Crowd decides to show Justin Joss a lesson in why he would never be a part of their crowd by taking him to a oil pump horse, one of those machines that bobs up and down like a bronco horse. They convinced him to climb on top and ride. Justin ended up mutilated by the machine. Stace tried to help him, but only managed to distract Justin into causing more damage to himself.
The In Crowd throws a party one night and Tolly, as usual, is plastered. He got the brilliant idea to do a cannonball in the pool getting everyone nearby soaking wet. One of them was a baton twirler in the marching band named Shannon who is sitting at a table flirting with a cute older guy. Tolly has a severe allergy to peanuts, so Shannon's date who puts peanuts in his Coke makes Tolly drink it. He has a major reaction and his EpiPen is in Amber's car. The band members take their belts off their uniforms and tie Tolly to a lounge chair. He starts throwing up to try to get rid of the peanuts.
Amber and Stace are talking inside the house when Stace sees into the backyard Tolly convulsing on the lounge chair. Stace, a gymnast, vaults into action to get his EpiPen to him. She injects him and her and Amber start trying to get him out of the restraints. Suddenly, the dead Justin Joss appears with a chainsaw and begins to kill those at the party who were responsible for his death. Even Stace is included in this because she was there. He doesn't kill her, but hurts her really bad. Stace had called her doctor father to help Tolly so he's coming and the police likely are too. There's also Justin to contend with so, everyone runs off.
Unfortunately, Tolly gets a splash of Justin's blood on his forehead. When he wipes it away, it goes into an open wound on his forehead. This will cause Tolly to go psycho and start his own killing spree. And while the Tolly looking back hasn't killed anyone since, he's recounting this to explain how he became a psycho for a while. This is a sharp book that nails high school life and living in West Texas on the head. Its also the perfect book for today, Halloween.
Quotes
Amber...leaned against the steering wheel to shove her own hand down under the front of he seat, closing her eyes to let her fingers see better. (Stephen Graham Jones I Was a Teenage Slasher p7)
You think big thoughts when you're seventeen. Big stupid thoughts. (Stephen Graham Jones I Was a Teenage Slasher p9)
My kind don't exactly do funerals. I know. We're the reason for the funeral. Stephen Graham Jones I Was a Teenage Slasher (p25)
Make enough of an ass of yourself, you get noticed, right? (Stephen Graham Jones I Was a Teenage Slasher p22)
Still? I'd just lost my dada year ago, hadn't I? This--me being an idiot--was probably some stage of grief. (Stephen Graham Jones I Was a Teenage Slasher p28)
Someone not necessarily full of promise, but full of promises. Stephen Graham Jones I Was a Teenage Slasher (p66)
His two big sayings that year, both of which applied that night, were that nothing good happens after midnight, and that the grass really wasn't that much greener on the other side of fifty-five miles per hour. Though it could get bloodier real damn fast. (Stephen Graham Jones I Was a Teenage Slasher p64-5)
Its less about survival, more about who you're holding when that big irradiated shock wave blows you to ash. (Stephen Graham Jones I Was a Teenage Slasher p66)
The world's so much simpler when you've got a chainsaw in your hand, isn't it? A chainsaw, or a machete or an axe, that's the elegant solution to every problem. (Stephen Graham Jones I Was a Teenage Slasher p67)
You always want your mom when you're hurt. When you call you're dad is when you've done something he can maybe be proud of. For pain, though, it's moms all the way. Stephen Graham Jones I Was a Teenage Slasher (p128)
We all want to hide, don't we? To not have to be constantly navigating between our true selves and people's expectations twenty-four seven. (Stephen Graham Jones I Was a Teenage Slasher p136)

