This novel will lull you into a cozy, pleasant sense of security and then snatch it away. It broke my heart. And I really should have seen it coming.

I struggled with rating R.I.P Viola Winkle. To begin with, it wasn’t quite I had expected from the blurb, but then again, some of the surprising elements were the pleasant kind of surprise. In theory, this is exactly my kind of book: Gothic vibes, mysterious curse, Irish folklore. There’s even a dog. And I LOVE dogs. 

First things first. I really wanted to love this book. I tried. And I had to take two weeks to really think about exactly how to put all of this, and I still don't really know exactly what to say, but I'm going to attempt to make my thoughts and feelings on this at least semi-coherent.

Back in December last year, I set myself the challenge of reading (and reviewing) twelve books from the stellar Twitter writing community. All of them either self-published or from small independent presses. Twelve books in a year may seem meagre—indeed, by the standards of the me from twenty years past, it is a poor show—but … Continue reading Twelve Months, Twelve Reviews →

A gorgeous slow burn paranormal romance that I just didn't want to put down. When tragedy strikes, Sara's world is turned upside down and inside out, and the last thing she needs is a haunting. But an unusual exchange outside the hospital with an apparent Bedlam escapee leads to an inadvertent Faustian bargain, and Seth—ghost, … Continue reading Twelve Months, Twelve Reviews: Ladybirds by R. Raeta →