Top Ten Tuesday – I Read You the Most

It’s time for another Top Ten Tuesday! This week is similar to a previous list, but now we’re talking about the authors we’ve read a lot. Like a lot lot. We’ve read more books by them than anyone else. This is where Goodreads comes in really handy. There are authors I have read way more books from than I thought I had. And authors where I would have sworn I had read more.

I’m going to admit I tempered the list a wee bit. It could have been filled with Ann M. Martin and Francine Pascal and every other series I devoured as a kid/teen. But, I’ve decided to only include a few of these authors. And these only made the cut because I’ve read at least one of their books in my current home (is that a really arbitrary marker? Whatever. My list. My rules).

Something I noticed while putting this list together is that I’ve been reading a lot of authors who haven’t published a lot of books. Excellent authors who just don’t have enough books out to make the list. So honorable mention to: Tana French, Gillian Flynn, Courtney Summers, and Stieg Larsson. I’ve read everything they’ve published, and have the jittery, nervous feeling when I think about their new books. Continue reading


Top Ten Tuesday – Hey Book, Why Haven’t I Read You?

This week’s list from the Broke and Bookish is books I can’t believe I haven’t read. I’m going to concentrate on classics. There are way too many of them that I haven’t read, but that makes sense, there are a lot of damn books through history. Now, I’m not necessarily saying these are books I’m desperate to read, just ones I can’t believe I haven’t read – or didn’t have to read at some point over three years of high school and four years of an English degree. How did I get through all of those classes without one of these hitting a reading list? Also, why did I have to read all the crappy books I had to read when there are so many better choices out there.

So, here’s a list of classics I can’t believe I haven’t read.


Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

The poverty-stricken Raskolnikov, a talented student, devises a theory about extraordinary men being above the law, since in their brilliance they think “new thoughts” and so contribute to society. He then sets out to prove his theory by murdering a vile, cynical old pawnbroker and her sister. The act brings Raskolnikov into contact with his own buried conscience and with two characters — the deeply religious Sonia, who has endured great suffering, and Porfiry, the intelligent and discerning official who is charged with investigating the murder — both of whom compel Raskolnikov to feel the split in his nature. Continue reading

Top Ten Tuesday – The Halloween Spirit

Halloween is easily my favourite time of year. I’m not one of those people who go all out with the costumes and decorations and stuff, but I love it none the less. Halloween fills me with joy – and mini chocolate bars. I’ve always felt this way. As a kid, I loved everything about Halloween – except having to have a costume that you could fit over a parka in our truly frigid Alberta winters. Honestly, they were colder back then. I know that’s a thing people always say, but man, it was true. You almost wanted one of those terrible, full-face plastic masks just to keep your face warm. Running from house to house to collect candy and to keep warm was something I waited for all year.

Eventually, this gave way to the teen years of Halloween. This involved a new town that had never seen my adorable Jem costumes and a group of friends who loved eggs. Cartons of eggs that would sit in the upper reaches of the closet, hidden from parents, until just the right time. A town where the local stores that sold eggs (the whole two of them) wouldn’t sell you eggs during the month of October if you were a teen. Bootlegged eggs, people. Turning our spirited teenage youth against us, the school decided to set up a fundraiser where we sold Halloween ‘insurance’ to local businesses and houses. If anyone who had bought said insurance was hit by eggs on Halloween, the high school students would trek out the next morning and be forced to clean off the gunk – which was now frozen to the windows and siding. It really was a genius idea. I don’t know if egging is still a thing, but it was for us.

Now I’m an adult. I love the way everything looks at Halloween. I love the decorations and colours and the spirit. Halloween is the time to be who you aren’t. But I think it’s when people let themselves really be who they are – just for a fraction of a moment, they let a little bit of the person they’re scared to release the rest of the year. Whether that’s a scary thing, a crazy thing, a slutty thing, or whatever. It’s a moment to be something you want to try without having to adopt the persona. And Halloween shit is just damn cute.

Anyway, what does this have to do with books? Halloween is this week’s TTT prompt from the B&B ladies. Books, movies and tv shows that get you in the spirit. I should explain that I don’t love gory, slasher style scares. I like shivers down your spine, waiting for what’s around the corner scares. Good old campfire stories. I also read a lot of thrillers – like a lot. So I don’t really count them as ways to get ready for the season. There won’t actually be a lot of books this week. I prefer visual mediums to get me in the spirit.




Edgar Allan Poe


Clichéd? Maybe. Worth it? Yes. If you’ve never read Poe, or you’ve only read The Raven, expand your horizons this year and read one of his other stories. These are slow burn stories. I’m partial to The Fall of the House of Usher, but there are lots of good ones, and several I haven’t read yet. I picked up a collection on audiobook at the library today and they’ll be colouring my bus rides for the next couple weeks.

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