Spring into Horror Read-a-thon Wrap Up

Wrapping up Seasons of Reading's #SpringHorror reading challenge.

I got through two of the three books on my TBR for this challenge.

I read Desperation Road by Michael Farris Smith first. It's an interesting book about two people down on their luck crossing paths, but definitely not a horror story. I'm not sure it even classifies as a thriller. I saw it on someone else's #SpringHorror post and took it for myself. Despite it, I enjoyed its slow ambling language.

Second up was The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman. I love Gaiman's speeches and have numerous quotes of his around my writing space, all which inspire me in my journey as a writer, but a few chapters in, I'm sorry to say, I just wasn't feeling it. It wasn't the writing. Gaiman's writing is lean, crisp and articulate. Perhaps that it was because the book is Young Adult and I had my mind on a more mature genre and a book that would unsettle me a bit.

After bailing on Gaiman, I went to Bird Box by Josh Malarian which a friend had recommended to me years ago. Bird Box is dystopian in nature, and mildly spooky. This was the book I'd been looking for, the one that unsettled me a bit. From the first page, I was hooked. I can't imagine not being able to open my eyes, to have to blindly try to survive such an apocalyptic situation. Frightening. Quick and fluid, this book moves and I'd recommend it to anyone who enjoys a thriller.

Thanks to Michelle over at Seasons of Reading for yet again getting me to read outside my typical genre.

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