I blog about books, and I love books. Otherwise, I wouldn’t blog about them.

I’ve been reading, and I have ideas for posts.

But I’m breaking down and can’t do anything, so please bear with me as I try not to die.


Fault In Our Stars

“Sure, anyone can name fourteen dead people. But we’re disorganized mourners, so a lot of people end up remembering Shakespeare ends up remembering the guy he wrote the Sonnet  55 about.”

Adios, 2017!

It’s a bit overdue, but here’s to the death of 2017!


TanyaScreams’ most popular post comes with a tie between August Wrap Up and War Of The Worlds-Book Review,  followed closely by Sherlock, Sherlock Sherlock!

Please tell me if you remember these, because I do, but I wrote them and have Sherlockian memory.

These were followed by a triple tie: George Orwell QuoteBooks I Brought To College, and Perks Of Being A Wallflower Letter.



I loved Wallflower. I love Wallflower. Wallflower is one of those books, read at the right time, that can make you feel infinite. Been in High School? Relevant. Been depressed? Relevant. Taken drugs that whacked you out? Relevant.

(I didn’t do the last one, but my point stands.)

  I was so young and read great books I won’t be able to experience for the first time again. But that’s ok, cause when you reread, you can savor the details. BUT who has time for rereading?!?

I am currently still reading LOTR, on page 26 of The Two Towers. That’s after 458 pages of The Fellowship. I’m a college student, don’t judge.

Agatha Christie, surrounded by some of her 80-plus crime novels.
This image is everywhere, but I found it posted on

I religiously don’t like goals, but three paper scented goals I’ll make.

#1 Finish LOTR This has been on my bucket list since I was born, probably. I don’t remember that far back. I am on track to do it, as I already read The Hobbit and The Fellowship.

So far Twin Towers is really, *cough* boring *cough* I mean, it’s epic watching a hot guy and his non-human friends hike across a beautiful Earth, but reading it, it looks like Tolkien was writing a travel diary, emphasis on diary.

#2 Write Something! Yeah, I really don’t want to jinx it because this is the item on the bucket list. 

#3 murder.


Read, Write, Murder, I just found a name for something!

Anyhow, serious posts. I should write these posts with data driven analysis. Which was the point of this post, to analyze.


Magpie Murders: Book Review


Magpie Murders, Anthony Horowitz

8/12 knives

  You’ve probably heard of it, in TIME or elsewhere. The great mystery book of the season, reminiscent of Agatha Christie.

  Magpie Murders is two versions of the same story. A detective, a professional in one and a professional editor in the other, investigates the murder of an unpopular rich man. There are plenty of suspects and red herrings. There are codes you can solve if you know the geography of England and the works of gay writers.

  The only thing that made this good work a not-great work is that the author thinks his work is better than he thinks it is. Horowitz flaunted it, claiming it was a first draft when it clearly wasn’t, though it wasn’t shiny as a final. The editor’s part is better edited than the author’s, but it wasn’t as polished as it could have been, prolonging the amusing-in-a-sad-way pain.

 Not that the book was painful as a whole, it was one of the best books I’ve read in a while. (The while being full of bad books) The murders were well detailed, and I love it when you get a glimpse of the publishing world. It reminded me of Afterworlds, in which Scott Westerfeld alternated between a writer and the necromance book she wrote.

I recommend it if you’ve read And Then There Were None, by Agatha Christie. A lot of his references come from there and if it’s one of few mysteries you read I want you to read the superior to better understand the capacity of mystery. 

You, getting lifted out of school.

Raymond Chandler Sucks


6d3c36d8dcc884a2756db75b99a4b568Kirk and Spock went to Mars.                          

Spock killed Pol Pot.

Mrs. Kirk tried to kill Spock.

Mrs. Kirk dropped dead. 

Spock took the blame for Kirk.

That’s how my first experience with Raymond Chandler went. I am not one with the hype. It’s too disjointed, and also, where are they? The characters can be assumed to be american, near a lake, and has a large latinx population. What fits the description? 

It’s Spanish Blood, the first short story in The Simple Art Of Murder. Maybe I hate it so much because it displays so much of the bad aspects of my writing; disjointment, why who kills who, what connects the scenes?

The only way I can describe it neutrally is that it’s like P.K. Dick, but less futuristic and more people die.

And it’s a really negative review if a lot of people die and I still don’t like it. But enough about him! It’s 2018! Only three years to go before the next presidential election! (The scheduled one, anyway.)


I read 47 books in 2016. Because I’ll be in college most of the year and hopefully get a job, I set 2018 at 36. I also attribute the high-ish count to manga reading. Again, in college, with a small town library, I haven’t found a supply of manga. I miss good manga.

For starters, i’ll finish the hateful Chandler, Deadline Artists, and Writing The Creative Article. The only novel in my pile is Magpie Murders, so I’ll hopefully get it in before school starts.

Happy New Year Of Reading!

download (18)By the way, what zodiac is it? I lost track…