I dream of death.
He covers me as a black shadow.
He climbs up my skin and clasps my mouth with its clawed, skeleton hand.
He presses his cloud into me. Death makes an indentation on my body-
Never making a sound, he fills my pores,
He takes over my organs. He turns me black,
and then in the end I am nothing but dust particles.
I did a bookshelf tour. Something I will do again at the end of the year to see how it has changed in that time since this one. You don’t have to watch it if you aren’t interested so here is a photo: I made Apple Bread.
So what did I dislike:
1. Flat and boring writing that had no beautiful imagery.
2. Fantasy? WHAT fantasy?
3. Having sex right after your wife died with someone you think is an angel? WTF. What happened to my wife is my soulmate? you are looking for child and you think you see an angel, logic dictates you’d ask her where your child is! And seriously sex with an angel? WTfreakingF!
4. Characters are either good or bad; no inbetween. All flat and used to connect things.
5. Sex with an angel. WTF.
To get the hilariousness that is me when I get upset, watch the video.
YOUR OPINIONS ON THIS BOOK?
She wished upon her lucky star.
But as she clung to that star she realized
that it wasn’t lucky.
She clutched that fiery star in her hand.
A star shaped burn formed and
would haunt her forever more.
Hidden behind a grotesque smile,
A mask of dark and bright,
She fills her being with the tears that don’t come.
Hidden behind a love,
Pretending she is ready to move to the future,
She fills her soul with fear that can’t scream out.
She will drown. She knows it.
Drown in all the unspoken and the unrevealed.
She is drowning in a lie.
So, on a lighter note, here is a picture of my Tabby