My picks for this morning’s post aren’t haunting in a spooky way. I could have picked any of the Stephen Kings on my shelves, but I haven’t read many of them yet, so to me, they aren’t very haunting.
No, the two books that jumped out at me as I looked around the room looking for “Haunting Reads” were these two:
The Cage by Ruth Minsky Sender, which is about the Holocaust, and Roots by Alex Haley–and almost everyone knows the topic of that one–slavery in America.
Pretty haunting topics in my opinion. Hate and prejudices have been weighing a lot on my mind lately, so don’t be surprised to see these pop up on my reread list sometime soon.
I’m quickly coming to the conclusion with this challenge that I just need to buy more books. Yesterday I needed The Great Gatsby, today I need Flowers for Algernon. And I don’t have the book I want for tomorrow either! I don’t think I’ll ever be satisfied with the size of my library.
Books about flowers…books with flowers…I scanned my shelves last night and OH! A book with flowers on the spine! Perfect! And then…I pulled the book off the shelf and laughed.
I give you, “The Book with Flowers on the Spine”:
I reeeeeeeeeeeally want to read this now, just to find out what in the WORLD it is about. It’s very Hannibalistic, is it not? Looks like a scene out of NBC’s finale.
UGH. We are NOT talking about that finale.
It was really good to spend some time with my book collection on Saturday. And yes, I really did go through every single one to find my favorite First Line, Dedication, and Last Line. I even reorganized my shelves to make room for the new ones I’ve recently acquired. I pulled out the books I haven’t read yet and gave those a shelf of their own. I did leave the multitudes of John Grisham, Tom Clancy, and Stephen King, along with several sports and political books, that belong to my husband. Those may get read eventually, but they are not high on my To Read list for now. OK…I do want to read the Stephen Kings. But those pretty much have a shelf of their own as it is!
I had a few contenders to this category at first. And then I got to Thomas Harris. And he just wins everything. When it comes to shock factor, creep factor, and just down right leaving an impression, you really just can’t beat Thomas Harris.
And that’s really the whole point of a last line, right? Especially when there’s going to be another book. Look at this. *shudder*
After I read that, all the other pictures I had taken of last lines got deleted. If watching Hannibal hadn’t made me want to go back and reread the trilogy…that last line did. Man, oh, Man, Mr. Harris. You give me nightmares, in the absolute best way possible. (Is that weird? That might be a bit weird…)