It is Valentine’s Day, my darlings, and what better way to celebrate than with a nice horror novel? That’s right, life sucks and then you die, and some people die in horrible, awful ways. How nice that Stephen King is always here to tell us in graphic detail the myriad of ways in which those poor unfortunate souls are oofed. Happy Valentine’s Day!
Synopsis
When the bloody mutilated body of a young boy is found, it becomes immediately clear who committed the ghastly deed. Multiple people sighted the beloved town little league coach and devoted daddy to two little girls just prior to (with the boy) and just following the murder (with the boy’s blood). Add that to the buckets of forensic evidence also tying him to the murder, it appears to be an open and shut case. After a very public arrest, however, numerous pieces of evidence bubble to the surface seeming to prove the suspect was hours away and in the company of others who can also vouch for his presence. Just how on Earth can a man be two places at once? And what kind of fresh hell will Flint City, Oklahoma, detectives uncover as they try to get to the bottom of this heinous crime?
Review
Obviously, there’s a trigger warning for some seriously disturbing child murder. Then again, if you pick up a Stephen King book you should be prepared for his particular brand of shocking no-holds-barred horror. If not, that rock you’ve been living under is probably getting pretty heavy. Admittedly, I love Stephen King but he also has the capacity to annoy the hell out of me. Let me put it this way. You know how we all have that one relative who can’t really tell a story from beginning to end without going on all manner of tangents? It starts off by them telling you about that one time her Aunt Nancy got pooped on by a bird and it was all in her hair. Nancy has great hair. She took her to get ice cream once and some guy tripped and his cone fell IN NANCY’S HAIR. Oh yeah, there was a car accident that day outside the parlor involving the janitor at the elementary school who had all those corgis. Remember the corgis? Once she saw a poodle at the Quicktrip and it pooped next to the cheetos. She’s never really liked cheetos. Too messy. **deep inhale** At least we circled back to poop, am I right? That’s kind of what it’s like reading a Stephen King novel. His characters tend to wax nostalgic about all manner of things about which you couldn’t give two tablespoons of bird poop and you have to sit there and listen to it to get to the good part. If you are currently annoyed reading this insanely long paragraph, you now have a crash course in reading a King novel. A novel that could have been 350 pages lands on a whopping 650 and you’ve wasted two extra hours of your life reading about bird poop.
The rest, however, is great and exciting. In this book, we see the return of one of King’s most iconic characters, Holly Gibney. It just takes him somewhere around 300 pages to get to her. After the passing of her partner, Bill Hodges, she joins Detective Ralph Anderson for this story. Ralph, always the rational and pragmatic lawman, is annoyingly stubborn in his skepticism. Just how many clues do you need to admit something strange is afoot? If something is clearly impossible, the answer becomes… the impossible! There, that was easy. Now maybe more people don’t have to die before you pull your head out of the dark cavernous void of your ass. No?
For how long it takes King to get to the action, when the action does arrive it’s abrupt. Don’t blink or you’ll miss the death of a major character. In King’s world, there are no red shirts. No one is safe and everyone is expendable. Frankly, that’s a good thing because predictability is a bore. That being said, this book is fairly predictable in many aspects. We spend most of our time waiting for Ralph to wake up and smell the paranormal. Some of the gaps of how we have to fill in, but we’re pretty sure about the nature of the what.
Overall, this book was entertaining. It’s peppered with interesting and quirky characters. It’s not a masterpiece, but it’s another satisfying addition to the ever-expanding King canon.
Published May 22, 2018 by Scribner. ISBN 9781501180989. Hardcover. 561 pages.
This novel is the first work of historical fiction written by author, Annie Lyons. Prior to this dive into history, she had released several titles in the genre of Uplit, and I think this is important to understanding the reason for some of the qualms I had with The Air Raid Book Club, which I will get into later. First of all, what is Uplit? Essentially, as suggested by the title, it’s uplifting literature that’s packed with emotion, life lessons, and has an intense focus on human relationships. There’s often a quirky every-man/woman character who starts off a bit curmudgeonly and softens a bit over the course of the story. Think A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman or Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman, two of my personal faves. There’s a major element of self discovery no matter the age of the protagonist. So, with this little intro to the genre, let’s keep that in mind as we explore this book a bit further.
I had absolutely no expectations when I picked up this novel. The cover was quite intriguing, but I’d never read any books by Phillips despite her having quite a few titles under her belt. This book was, in fact, a National Book Award Nominee for fiction in 2023. The concept of a book set at a late-1800’s asylum led me to believe it would be insanely dark and ridiculously disturbing in a very fascinating way. That was not, actually, what I found upon reading this novel. 







There’s always room for another creepy old house story. I don’t particularly want to live in one, but I sure love reading about them. There’s another Kate Collins out there writing cozy mysteries with delightful titles such as “Dearly Depotted” and “Sleeping With Anenome” and, note to self, I need to check out this Flower Shop Mystery series. However, this is not THAT Kate Collins, as there’s nothing fluffy about A Good House for Children. This is the debut novel of Ms. Collins, an Irish-born writer now living and working in England.
Ok, I’m going to start off by saying that I now know I am absolutely not the target audience for this book. When I choose a book, I automatically look at genre tags. This one was NOT tagged as Christian fiction on the Hoopla app. It is on goodreads, so I wish I had checked there first. I guess that’s why I’d never heard of Colleen Coble. She’s obviously not in my wheelhouse. Rather, this was called “romantic suspense,” which I guess is the Christian equivalent of thriller. Translation: there will be lots of schmaltz (BUT ABSOLUTELY NO SEX) and you’ll do a bit of nail biting but, otherwise, your delicate sensibilities will be intact upon completion. Are you starting to see why I’m not the target audience? I’m not going to make this review a critique of Christianity at all, so please don’t think I’m judging an entire religion, but I will be judging the hell out of this book on literary merits, and some of that is rooted in the fact that this genre gleefully does a crap job at story building in the guise of “keeping it clean.”


I’m still a little up in the air on what I will start after I finish The Outsider. More than likely it will be
Kevin Sites is an award-winning journalist who published three nonfiction books using his expertise as a war correspondent prior to the release of this one, but this is his debut work of fiction. The novel follows Lukas Landon, a former war correspondent who takes a job aboard the shrimping trawler, Philomena, in order to write a piece about the crew. After a terrifying storm, Landon finds himself inside the vessel at the bottom of the ocean, fighting to stay alive within his little air pocket that developed around him when the ship overturned and sank.
This is a book I picked up for a very specific reason. My father has become thoroughly enthralled, obsessed almost, with the subject of ancestry. He’s on a mission to trace nearly every line of our family tree as far as it will go, and it turns out, the subject of this novel is my Great however-so-many it may be Grandpappy. Dad acquired Chadwick’s book series about William Marshal and now I’m reading them as well. This first book is more of a prequel, as it follows William’s father, John Fitzgilbert, or John Marshal. John was marshal to King Henry I, inheriting the title from his father, Gilbert Giffard, sometime prior to 1130. This book begins here, moving into the death of King Henry which begins the civil war between the Empress Matilda and King Stephen. The novel illustrates John’s instrumental role as a skilled tactician during the war and brings us up through the end of the war in 1153, in which William is an adorable addition (but a VERY important one) as a feisty 5-year-old.