Welcome to Litsy!

Finished my #DoubleSpin book for October. This book is kind of different in that it‘s not quite a ghost story but not quite a thriller either. There are random interludes of letters/documents from the past and future which made it a little hard to follow until right at the end. But I really like the overall message of the book. I‘d recommend referencing the kindle version if you listen on audio.

Another book with a Halloween mention. +26 pts

Sorry not sorry 👻 💨 #Haunted #Poison #Scarathlon #TeamSlaughter +1 pt

Ghosts are coming for me this month 👻 #BookSpin #DoubleSpin #Screamathon #Spookoween #Scarathlon #TeamSlaughter +1 pt

I love when the cover of a book starts to make sense!

“A mind made up is a formidable thing.”

I thought this book was very creative.

But we‘re all fragile, some of us just take slightly more shaking to break.

Reading this book was as effortless, satisfying, and essential as breathing air. Exceptionally well written, profound, and hauntingly beautiful - I loved it.

This struck a chord with me as I started this book tonight.

Weekend reading at my new house (it has a library!!!)

Just started! I‘m enjoying it so far. Some babysitting tonight, so once the kids are in bed I may be able to get a chunk finished!

Something about this book just didn't connect. it started out ok, and then kind of turned into a train wreck.

Belletrist March Pick

One thing some people find strange about me is that I am fascinated with ghosts/spirits. With my parents both not here with me, I believe that they are always watching me and I can feel their presence. I really connected to Nick, who wrestles with questions about death and finding answers as to why he had to lose the love of his life. I was cheering him on to find his closure. I know I found mine after finishing this book.

I finished this #ghost #horror novel a while back. It‘s more cerebral than I expected but I thoroughly enjoyed the meandering pace. The narrator is somewhat unreliable and I like how the author makes ya wonder if it‘s ghosts or mental illness. This one won‘t appeal to everyone but I enjoyed it and will read more by this author.

This was such an incredible read! I read it in one day, and that‘s 100% because of the engaging storytelling and the stunning writing style. This follows Nick, a young man whose girlfriend gets a job as the director of a Historic House. Things start to go wrong after they move in, followed by her eventual disappearance. Nick tries to make sense of the mystery and the role the house‘s previous inhabitants play in it. SO BLOODY GOOD.

Ehhh. I read this since it was Belletrist‘s BOTM. Supernatural elements aren‘t my favorite, but I decided to give this book a try anyway. It was intriguing at the start, but I didn‘t love the way it wrapped itself up.

Belltrist's March pick. Ill have to add this to my tbr

Book mail is the best! #belletrist #literatibookstore #belletristbookclub

Do you believe? #hogarth

Just started, and I‘m hooked so far!

What an odd but ultimately satisfying book. I almost gave up on it about halfway through, frustrated by unlikable characters and a murky plot. Picked it back earlier tonight and did not put it down until I had finished it. I can tell it will not leave me alone for a bit. I give it a 👻👻👻 rating.

Loved it. 🌟🌟🌟🌟

If the person you love seems to have a supernatural experience, do you believe? What if that person has a history of mental illness? And you‘re a pretty average mid-twenties guy who works in the music industry, living in New York, who finally met a girl he really loves?

Wouldn‘t you want to believe that there was some explanation for everything going wrong?

I could sleep ... or I could finish the last 95 pages ... how much do I really have to do at work tomorrow anyway ... and who needs breakfast 🤔

This is a thing that I‘m sure is obvious to everyone else but is never-endingly astonishing to me: that every change, every life, consists of nothing but a series of days. The shaky old wheelchair-bound man with a blanket on his lap, being hoisted out of the Access-A-Ride, was once a bulging-biceped, turnstile-leaping twenty-year-old, and the vessel that carried him all the way from there to here was no bigger than a box on a calendar.