There are no happy lives, only happy moments.
All my life, I have been told ‘go’ and ‘come.’ I am told how I will live, and I am told how I must die. I must be a man’s servant and a mare for his pleasure, or I must hide myself behind walls and surrender my flesh to a cold, silent god. I would walk into the jaws of hell itself, if it were a path of my own choosing. I would rather die tomorrow in the forest than live a hundred years of the life appointed me.
Memories are full of caprice, where images of things we’ve experienced are still capable of suffocating us through one small detail or insignificant sound.
It is not enough for you to think that no man could commit such heinous acts and be deemed to be of sound mind. Sane men can and do commit such crimes, and the mere fact of committing such an act does not, in itself, place an individual outside the boundaries of reason.
I’ve always wanted to do book awards since the first time I had this blog, but, see, I’m a creature of habit; I always go back to the same genre over and over again. And when you only read either, fictions, non-fictions, historical fictions, young adults, and contemporaries, let’s just say it’s not entirely easy to make your own book awards.
Well, that is until I realise, I can make my own categories and gave out my own awards to the books I’ve read however I like it. Here are the categories that I have come up with.
Beware the man who covets.
Is it cliche to be writing about scary book in October? You know, what with Halloween and whatnots? Probably it is indeed cliche, but will it stop me from actually writing one? Definitely not.
I had my fair share of scary books, from one that is mildly scary to ones that actually became the fruit of my nightmare.
But, are all scary books always ghost related? Not according to me. Anything that cause me to put the book down is definitely a scary book. So, without further ado and in no particular order, let us all pee in our pants over these scary books that I’ve read.