What? Another book recap already? I surprised myself with this one. The Curse of the Mummy’s Tomb took me three days to get through because I kept sitting it down; it just never caught my attention. I started this book after writing my review yesterday and finished it in one sitting. It is that good.
With a well-paced plot, a likable protagonist, and genuine suspense, it’s hard to imagine this book and the last one I reviewed were written by the same author. I have been noticing a lot of inconsistency with writing quality in this series. Some books are fantastic while others leave a lot to be desired. Stine insists he never employed ghostwriters for this series, however. This is one of the good books in the series. If you are interested in Goosebumps and are looking for a fun, quick read, this is a good one to grab.
What’s wrappening, guys?! I bring you an entry about my least favorite Goosebumps book so far. I actually finished the book a few days ago. It took me a couple days to write this because I got sick with strep throat. Yep, just like Gabe was stuck in the pyramid, I’m stuck in my house for a few days. I’ll try to get another Goosebumps book read and recapped while I have all this time on my hands.
I’m sorry in advance, but this is going to primarily be a post about how the protagonist, Gabe, is literally the worst character ever. I know what you’re thinking: Todd, all the Goosebumps kids are bad characters. No. Gabe takes the cake. Gabe won’t get all the hate, though. This book is bad despite him, and that’s saying a lot. Follow me behind the cut, and I’ll tell you why you should skip it.
When I was in middle school, I was obsessed with Drew Barrymore. I watched every film she was in. Because I’m that old, my family would get me VHS tapes of her movies for Christmases and birthdays. One year, I got Scream.
I did not watch the movie when it first came out, and being a kid, I had heard little about it. I knew Drew Barrymore was on the cover, though, and I was excited. I popped the tape in my VCR, not knowing what to expect, and began a love for the horror genre that has endured my whole life.
What’s up, my home doggeeees? Surprise: I’m alive.
I had a goal of covering 20 of these Goosebumps books this year, but with the five-month hiatus I just took, I don’t think that’s going to happen. I wish I could blame school for my not updating, but school has been out for almost two months and I haven’t done anything here. Sadly, I think after five straight semesters of school with no breaks, my brain just burned out. I needed to just take it easy for a couple months for my own mental and emotional well being. I read some books (without putting pressure on myself to write about them), binge-watched some shows, and played some video games. I am just now starting to feel like exerting creative energy and being productive again. I hope you all understand.
So, funny story: I love literature, and I love discussing poetry. Ready for the funny part? None of my friends want to hear me talk about it. I’ve been reading poems by Emily Dickinson and can’t find anyone to talk to about them. It occurred to me that I have a blog to rant and rave about things no one but me seems to care about. I’m sure fewer of you care about Emily Dickinson than about the series from the 1990s I’ve been blogging about, but this blog is primarily for me, and I want to write about Emily Dickinson, damn it. So, here is Nevermore’s first poetry reflection.
This entry covers “Wild Nights – Wild Nights” by Emily Dickinson. Dickinson never named her poems; “Wild Nights – Wild Nights!” is the first line of the poem and is used to identify the poem since it has no title. Since her poems are public domain, I have posted it below the cut for your perusal. Thanks, Rosy, for the information on copyright!