Book Reviews

The Visitors – Catherine Burns Book Review

Like a white bird, the scream flew up from the depths of the cellar, then became trapped inside Marion’s head. As it flapped its wings against the inside of her skull, she wondered how had it got through three floors of the big strong house to her dusty little room in the attic?

Marion Zetland lives with her domineering older brother, John in a decaying Georgian townhouse on the edge of a northern seaside resort. A timid spinster in her fifties who still sleeps with teddy bears, Marion does her best to shut out the shocking secret that John keeps in the cellar.

When her older brother, John, has a heart attack, old Marion is forced to go down to the cellar herself and face the gruesome truth that her had kept hidden.

As questions are asked and secrets unravel, maybe John isn’t the only one with a dark side


My life thou shalt command, but not my shame

My life thou shalt command, but not my shame:
The one my duty owes; but my fair name,
Despite of death that lives upon my grave,
To dark dishonour’s use thou shalt not have.
I am disgraced, impeach’d and baffled here,
Pierced to the soul with slander’s venom’d spear,
The which no balm can cure but his heart-blood
Which breathed this poison.

THOMAS MOWBRAY (The Tragedy Of Richard II), Shakespeare

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Little Girl Gone by Alexandra Burt Book Review

I had a busy weekend!  I devoured Leave Me Novel by Gayle Forman * Book Review and then I decided to pick the book next to it to see how it goes. The subjects were so similar that I had trouble writing my reviews as I kept on mixing them up. One deals with a mother leaving her children in order to escape and find herself, the other with another mother going through a severe case of post-partum depression whose girl goes missing and she is the prime suspect in a case of possible murder.

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Delia’s Crossing – V.C. Andrews (Book 1)

This should be called “Mexican Cinderella Goes to America“. It is such a soapy story that I had to skip some of the pages that were just plain complaining and nauseatingly bad written prose. I believe that this is one of the books that was written post V.C. Andrews’ passing on and were commissioned by the foundation that managed her assets in order to bring more sales. A 15-year old could have written it better..