In the “new releases” section I found My Heart is a Chainsaw by prolific horror writer Stephen Graham Jones, which had just hit shelves on August 31 st. Knowing I would have this extremely rare extravagance, I did another thing I haven’t done in ages: spend a few hours at my local Barnes and Nobel choosing the perfect title. Due to a series of fortunate events, that is precisely what I was able to do this last Sunday and Monday. To me, there is nothing quite as awesome as parking myself with some snacks and a cold drink, then tucking in to a novel from cover to cover. However, the thing I missed most was devoting an entire day (or two) to devouring a good book. Having been trapped in academic hell since January 2018 when I made the questionable decision to pursue a doctorate degree, I have had zero time to enjoy simple pleasures. And before you ask, it had nothing to do with goat leggings or full moons. Over the Labor Day weekend, I got to do something I have literally not been able to do for close to four years. My Heart is a Chainsaw (Saga Press, August 2021)
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |