In my first review of this series I remember saying I usually liked to review books that can get I reaction out of them. It makes them much easier to write about. Well I have something to say about Messenger and it isn’t good!! I never knew how much a book in a series could … Continue reading The Worst Kind of Horror: Messenger by Lois Lowry Review
There was fire everywhere. It tasted awful. That scent of…not death, not smoke, not even air. It was the taste of apathy and darkness despite light being all he was able to see. His skin felt like it was already on fire, but not yet, there was still time. He breathed through his mouth; it … Continue reading Nothing but Fire
The domed building bloomed blue. The light had no origin but fell none the less on the small hill of green grass and ignited upon the spindly trees that stood upon them. Droplets of water fell from bell to bell, hundreds hung from the roof. Their taps rang and echoed around the tall dome. Down … Continue reading Worship and Sacrifice
First thought upon opening the book: Welp that’s a cold opening. I think it should be said I know nothing about the book only that it is a ‘companion’ to the Giver. And though I was hoping for a direct continuation from The Giver, I’m kind of glad it wasn’t as there are plenty of … Continue reading A Slow Horror: Gathering Blue by Lois Lowry Review
God, I hate books like this. Not to say I hated this book, quite the contrary. I like books I either hate or can be passionate about, (I like lots of exclamation marks in my reviews clearly). However, The Giver doesn’t give that opportunity. It’s like spending time with a quiet friend, you just become … Continue reading A Quiet Horror: The Giver by Lois Lowry Review
I grin, She cowers, We start the chase. Running, running, running each other down. She hides in the night sky, Peaceful, Or so she thinks. I flare in brightness, I will hunt her, Find her, And there will be no solace in night.
They cheer for their new crowned queen. The crowd that cascades down the mountain is showered in white confetti, the same white of her dress and veil. She is brought to her husband, tears dripping down her neck. Be happy, the crowd chants, be pure. A priest in blue awaiting beside her husband. From her … Continue reading The New Queen