Writerlust

  This year was such a tough one in so many ways I'm too exhausted to even recount. But you know what? One area that didn't suffer was my reading for pleasure. I read so many books this year, the most I've read in a long time. According to Goodreads:  That's fantastic! I'm very proud of that number. And I read some awesome books this year. A dud here and there, but some that were off the charts good. This year I hope to discover some more new-to-me authors that I just fall in love with and devour. I'm also looking forward to a lot of books from my favorite authors.  2024 looks like it will be the year for ending trilogies as Stephen Graham Jones and Adam Cesare are both publishing the final book in the Indian Lake and Clown in a Cornfield trilogies respectfully. I enjoyed both of those so much, I can't wait to read the epic finales. Jones also has a book called I Was a Teenage Slasher that I am very hyped about. Paul Tremblay is releasing Horror Movie (he

  I have been a fan of the Discworld series by the late great British author Sir Terry Pratchett for decades now. I first discovered the Discworld in a box of books my mother had bought at a yard sale. Feet of Clay was among the books jumbled together in that cardboard box. I was probably seven years old, pulled the book out, intrigued by it's bright blue and yellow cover. I tried to read it, found the prose a bit beyond my reading ability at the time, and tossed it aside.  Years later, I unearthed the mass market paperback from the back of my closet and I remember thinking, "I should give this another go." I did. I loved it. I devoured that book. I told all my friends about it. I raved and championed that book and immediately went to my local library and checked out every Discworld novel they had, not caring that they didn't have the specific ones I needed to be able to read them in any sort of order. I went to the bookstore and sat in the aisles reading the books m