Post by Kelly Greenwood
I heard once that the books you read when you are eleven are the most formative books you will read in your life. Sounds like pretty soft science, unprovable in the tangled mess that is human life, but interesting to think about. Especially given that the books I read when I was eleven were among the genre of The Call of the Wild and My Side of the Mountain, and now I lead wilderness expeditions and teach environmental education. So maybe there is something there.
Genre: Fiction | Horror | Graphic Novel
Themes: Ghosts, Haunted woods, Murder
A delicious trip through visual and lyrical craft. Carroll chills not only with words, but also with texture and color: violent splashes of blood-red across the page, eyes obscured by haunting shadow, and the ever-present woods, black and menacing. Carrolls dark tales are full of twist and intrigue, and just short enough to freeze the breath in your lungs until the last word.
Themes: Themes: On-the-run-thriller, Crime, Coming-of-age,
Sam Hawley is not a good person.
He’s broken all the rules, and he’s got 12 gunshot wounds to prove it.
Hawley is a criminal through and through, guilty of crimes all the way from theft to murder. Hinti makes no excuses for Hawley’s behavior; it’s simply the only life he’s ever known.
Originally published in Sick Lit Magazine
Test Subject 65382 came out of the vat at 16. Older than most, older by far, but no matter; she was beautiful—perfect, really. Dr. Gilpin couldn’t have asked for better, and he secretly congratulated himself for the decision to leave her in past the customary gestation period. He was alone in his thinking; his colleagues disagreed with his methods, thought he’d become obsessed—dangerously so—and that his disregard for protocol would put the entire team at risk.
Genre: Science Fiction
Themes: Virtual Reality, Utopias, Puzzles & Video Games
What was once required reading at Oculus VR is now primed for Hollywood, scheduled for release on the big screen in 2018 by Steven Spielberg.
Ernest Cline’s 2011 science fiction epic, Ready Player One, is a delightful journey down memory lane—that is, if you were lucky enough to be kicking around during the 80s.
There are stories in the clouds. My mother used to tell me that.
“That one there,” she’d say, pointing to the sky, “is a spaceship, come to land in the Nevada desert and colonize the Earth.”
We’d lie there for hours, stretched out on a blanket and looking up at the bright blue sky. Her words fascinated me, and I believed every one of them.
Post by Kelly Greenwood
Putting words on a page can be a daunting task. Sometimes the words flow like a spring river, other times they trickle in like teenagers arriving reluctantly to class. The worst, as all writers know, is when they refuse to come at all.
Book Report by Kelly Greenwood
Themes: Pacific Northwest, History, Anthropology, Politics
This book came to me as all good books should—with a friend pressing it into my hands and saying, “You have got to read this one.”
First night, second night, third—nights piling upon nights, hours upon hours, a mountain of lost time. Each hour of lost sleep is compounded by the hour before it, a perpetual wheel of spinning time.
My mind attaches to it like a leech, this notion that “I must get some sleep.” Worry builds upon anxiety, builds upon helplessness, builds upon the minutes ticking by. I don’t want to look at the clock, don’t want to know what time it is, how little time I have until I have to get up, have to give up this struggle for the night.
Write about a time when you were too hot or too cold.
It is a rare occasion that I am too cold. I’ve always been “cold-blooded.” Born with the desert in my blood, I guess. Warm sun, hot showers, cozy socks and slippers, a burning hot fire, fleece blankets—these all put me in my happy place.