(I wrote this post EONS ago. I can’t seem to find where I actually posted it, but ... um, if I’ve already posted it, LOL ... then can you just kinda pretend I didn’t post it yet and pretend I don’t have the world’s worst memory ... please? And when I say things like "today" and "yesterday," it really means a couple months ago ...)
When I walked into Borders today, I found six, shiny, brand-new copies of The Reincarnationist by MJ Rose. I felt immensely proud, as if by choosing to patronize the store that is wise enough to restock The Reincarnationist, I have a right to be proud.
For some odd reason, I’ve attached to this book. If this book doesn’t do fantastic, doesn’t go beyond all the warning stories and pitfalls and bad luck we hear about in the business, then ... then ... then ...
Well, it would just make me happy and hopeful to see this book rise above all that. Simply because it’s so good, it has to rise above all that. Please?
Speaking of good stories, I finally got my palm pilot working. I curled up in bed with Bernita Harris’s short story, Stone Child, in the Weirdly anthology. I loved it! She once said it’s not a horror story, but I kinda feel like it is. (What do I know?) For lack of something else to call it, it’s a horror story about trolls. So original! In just that short story, she built a whole world, fully fleshed out, with world rules that felt original and new.
Trolls! Can you believe it?
Trolls sound cutesy, but it’s not cutesy. It’s a gritty story that will leave you feeling appalled and horrified, featuring a determined, kickass, and compassionate investigator, Lillie St. Claire. Justice is served, but in an unexpected (and better, imo) way.
And beyond all that, she writes with the same vivid, beautiful voice you read on her blog.
Who says short stories are a dying art? Do you read them? Do you love them? Do you write them?