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A Storm of Swords

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A Storm of Swords by George R. R. Martin

Suggested from: Jason Sauer

Rating (out of 5): 4.5

Genre: Medieval Fantasy

Holy mackerolly! While it’s a whopping 1,128 pages long, and the type print is smaller than any of the other books, I flew through this one! What an amazing world and amazing author!

Like the others, A Storm of Swords, the third book in the A Song of Ice and Fire series, picks up where the last book left off. The war of the 5 kings is at it’s peek as each person who wants to claim the crown and rule over Westeros, continues to battle for their right. Considering there is still an entire country of people stuck in the midst of all the fighting, and most all of them are just trying to stay alive, loyalties are not steadfast or true. And those loyalties are even worse in those who have a stake in the war.

Just when things seem to be calming down though, betrayal rears it’s ugly head, and those who think they are on top of the world, are quickly cut down, either in blood or in status. All the while the Queen beyond the sea has begun her journey back to Westeros to claim her own (and very true) right to the throne, but before she comes back she knows she needs an army, so she is forced to seek it in the very hostile slavelands of Essos.

If you’re reading this seeking spoilers, I refuse to give them. In fact I’m having a hard time just explaining where the books are without giving away things from the previous books. I have to say though, I haven’t been this absolutely consumed by a book/series in years!

The author truly shows his ability to kill off main characters in this book. Shocking the SHIT out of over and over again! Yet his tales are so true and real that I can’t complain! I’m completely consumed by this series and I’m not able to stop!

Favorite excerpts/lines:

– “Hush, Alerie, don’t take that tone with me. And don’t call me Mother. If I’d given birth to you, I’m sure I’d remember. I’m only to blame for your husband, the lord oaf of Highgarden.”

– “I have vengeance in my belly, Salla. It leaves no room for food.”

– “Love’s not always wise, I’ve learned.”

– “Old Nan would tell the same story she’d told before, but we never minded, if it was a good story. Old stories are like old friends, she used to say. You have to visit them from time to time.”

– The smell of his sweat was an earthy answer to the sweet perfumes that drenched the Astapori.

– Qyburn was taken aback. “There will be pain.”
“I’ll scream.”
“A great deal of pain.”
“I’ll scream very loudly.”

– “Then perhaps seven courses would suffice. Three hundred guests instead of a thousand. I understand that a marriage can be just as biding without a dancing bear.”

– The speaker was descending the tangle of steps toward the floor.

– “Rocks and trees and rivers, that’s what your realm is made of,” the Hound was saying. “Do the rocks need defending? Robert wouldn’t have thought so. If he couldn’t fuck it, fight it, or drink it, it bored him, and so would you….”

– The dirt drank his blood.

– Catelyn followed it’s flight with her eyes and heart, until it plunged into the water with a soft hiss, well astern of Lord Hoster’s boat.

– The great red ruby at her throat drank fire from the glow of the brazier.

– “we got plenty of mail needs mending, m’lord,” Jack reminded Lord Beric. “Most we took off the dead, and there’s holes where the death came through.”

– When the wind blew, ripples moved across the surface of the lake, chasing one another like boys at play.

– They ate the land bare as they passed, like locusts in sandals.

– …a foam of Myrish lace the color of butter spilled form his collar and cuffs…

– That night the wind was howling almost like a wolf and there were some real wolves off to the west giving it lessons.

I have always been too hard with Edmure, and now grief sharpens my every word. She regretted her rebuke. There was rain enough falling from the sky without her making more.

– She might have wept then, had not the sky begun to do it for her.

– Catelyn would sooner Lord Umber had seen fit to stay sober, but telling the Greatjon not to drink was like telling him not to breathe for a few hours.

– She ran toward her son, until something punched in the small of the back and the hard stone floor came up to slap her.

– Hope blew out like a candle in a storm.

– “It does not matter how brave or brilliant a man is, if his commands cannot be heard.”

– Outside the wind was sending armies of dead leaves marching across the courtyards to scratch faintly at the doors and windows.

– He knelt and made a fire in the hearth, to drive the chill from the round chamber and chase the shadows back into their corners.

– A gust of wind sent icy tendrils wending through his long brown hair.

– His legs were asleep from being folded under him. He bent down and rubbed the knives from them.

– You’ll have to help me with my last words, my wits have been running around like a rat in a root cellar.

– Dawn stole into her garden like a thief.

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November 15, 2012 at 1:56 pm

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And You Know You Should Be Glad

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And You Know You Should Be Glad by Bob Greene

Suggested from: Me

Rating (out of 5): 3

Genre: Non-Fiction

While on vacation a couple weeks ago with my husband, we visited a very random store that seemed to contain everything. Artist supplies, kids toys, books, everything. I was scanning the clearance bookshelf when my husband walked up behind me, pulled out one book and said “Isn’t that by that famous guy from Bexley?” (Bexley being the small city within Columbus that we live right outside of and love). I immediately snatched the book and flipped through it, finding many Bexley references. I of course then had to buy the book (and it was 75% off, so double score!).

The author Bob Greene is a journalist and writer who was born and raised in Bexley, Ohio. He has a couple other books about growing up in Bexley, but this book focuses on his relationship with his best friend Jack Roth who passed away from cancer when they were adults. (Sidebar: There is a Jack Roth 5k every summer in Bexley that I’ve never run, but have always wondered about. Now I know.) The book tells of Bob’s memories with his best friend from when they first met till Jack was buried after losing his fight with cancer.

What I liked most about the book were all the references to places and things that I knew of. I learned quite a lot about Bexley that I didn’t already know. The beginning of the book was a little hard to follow at first because the author switches back and forth between when he and Jack were kids, and then after Jack was diagnosed. Jack spent a lot of his time after being diagnosed soaking up the memories that he had in his life, which Bob chronicles in the book. The story gives quite a heartrending look into the sadness of losing a best friend to cancer.  It was a fairy quick read and I easily knocked out half of the book just on our car ride home.

Favorite excerpts/lines:

– We all have someone who was there before all of that. If we’re lucky, the someone is with us for a very long time.

– She and her sister and a few women friends were going out to dinner somewhere else, to pretend to put all of this aside for a couple of hours.

– His life was what I cared about right now; his life, and our friendship The other – the bad – I couldn’t do anything about.

– It was the first time we had experienced something like that. Later, in the adult world of business and gnawing ambition, we – all of us, everyone who is thrust into that larger and colder world – would go through it time and time again: seeing someone move ahead of us, seeing someone achieve something or be given something that the rest of us can only yearn for.

– It’s not possible to convey the sound of her voice in print – it was like something out of the Swiss Alps, it was like she was summoning an elk or something from the next mountain pass.

– “It’s probably best when you’re a kid that you don’t know that things are going to get complicated,” Jack said. “There’s nothing you could do about it, anyway.”

– He had met her during that period of most people’s lives when, no matter how well or how poorly things may be going, they often feel a little unmoored….You’re not where you were anymore, in all kinds of ways; you’re en route, at a rate and a pace not necessarily determined by you. The people you’ve always counted on to let you know how you’re doing are no longer consistently present, and even when they are present, they aren’t all that sure of how they’re doing themselves.

– There are a handful of people, during your lifetime, who know you well enough to understand when the right thing to say is to say nothing at all. When the right thing to do is just sit there with you – either in the room, or on the other end of a telephone line. To be there.

– I didn’t want to hear any voice – even his voice. I just wanted to cover myself with darkness.

– He didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to do. But he knew that I knew someone who always knew everything.

– He was turning to my mother because he had seen her for fifty years, he knew just how smart and how determined and how relentless she could be when the need to accomplish something was vital to he, when that need mattered to her. And he knew that he mattered to her – that he had mattered to her since he was five. He knew that if she didn’t know anything about the logistics and regulations of nursing care, the prudent steps to take and the minefields to avoid, she would not rest until she found out. He knew there was no one he would rather depend on.

– I don’t think it was until years later that I thought about the loneliness of the sound, the sound of surviving spouse attempting to get through one more night.

– We talked about things that had no importance to us, just to pass the minutes; he tapped his pack of cigarettes on the surface of the bar. his wife asked me how my flight had been and when I had gotten in; I asked her questions neither of us cared about. We waited.

– Our five lives were suddenly filled with names and places that didn’t overlap.

– That was Jack: He wouldn’t even tell a small lie. Most people would say they hadn’t known you’d called, or were sleeping . . . Jack only knew how to tell the truth.

– We looked at each other. No words were needed. We’d been having these conversations for fifty years. And I was the one who was going to be left to miss them.

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November 12, 2012 at 6:13 pm

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A Clash of Kings

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A Clash of Kings by George R. R. Martin

Suggested from: Jason Sauer

Rating (out of 5): 4.5

Genre: Medieval Fantasy

So immediately after I finished this book I was so engrossed in the story line that I literally picked up the next book and began reading.  A Clash of Kings is the second book in George R.R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire series, and picks up right after A Game of Thrones. I forewarn you, if you want to get “book wasted” as I shall put it, then this series is a GREAT choice. I’m absolutely hooked now and wish that all I could do is skip work and all responsibilities and read for days on end.

So. I’m going to do my best to not include any spoilers for anyone who would like to read the books and/or is watching the HBO series. A Clash of Kings picks up where A Game of Thrones left off. In the style of the previous book, each chapter follows a different character, and with this new book some new characters are used in the chapters, and some old ones no longer. My one complaint I had with the first book was that it was hard to keep track of everyone, as the story is literally about an entire world of people, unlike every other book I’ve read. This series is the MOST detailed series with the MOST characters I’ve ever read. And crazily enough, I love it! The first book found me struggling to keep up with all the characters and remember who was who, but the detail of characters is mostly all covered in the first book, and much solidified in the second book. New characters are added only every so often, which makes them a little easier to accept. And of course, once you start to realize who all is who, the connections become evident and one sentence all of a sudden means a million and one things because you’re aware of all that comes with it and how it connects with everything else in this whole world that is developing before your eyes.

The first book ended with the king dying and the entire kingdom being thrown into upheaval. On top of all of that some of the magic that has been told in stories from hundreds of thousands of years ago, is starting to be seen again, though only in small glimpses. The king’s son is now king, but many question his right to the throne, and now there are 5 different “kings” in the land, all of them fighting to be king. The queen regent, mother of the new king, is doing all she can to keep her son on the throne while all of the other “kings” make their way to the castle to claim the throne for themselves.

All the while the evil darkness of the north seems to be growing stronger, just as the magic in the world seems to be growing stronger, and it’s begun creeping it’s way down, to fall upon the kingdom. The defenders of the north have appealed to all of the “kings”, but everyone is too busy playing their game of thrones to be concerned with “whispers” from the north.

As I said, I’m hooked on this series now, and am eagerly making my way through it. Considering that the books are 1,000 pages long each, it’s slow going. But yet again, my favorite kind of book is a good book that seems to go on for forever. This is a wonderful fall/winter read, and I’m excited each night to go home, curl up on the couch, and lose myself in this wonderful crazy world the author has created.

Favorite excerpts/lines:

– “Pylos, give me your arm. There are too many steps in this castle, and it seems to me they add a few every night, just to vex me.”

– “Crowns do queer things to the heads beneath them.”

– The air smells of paper and dust and years.

– He watched them as from a distance, as if he still sat in the window of his bedchamber, looking down on the yard below, seeing everything yet a part of nothing.

– “Sorcery is the sauce fools spoon over failure to hide the flavor of their own incompetence.

– Catelyn had not eaten today. Perhaps that had been unwise. She told herself that there had be no time, but the truth was that food had lost its savor in a world without Ned.

– The king’s armor was a deep green, the green leaves in a summer wood, so dark it drank the candlelight.

– “Aren’t you afraid?”
“Last night I was, ” she admitted. “But now the sun’s up.”

– She walked fast, to keep ahead of her fear…

– The world vanished in a red roar of pain.

– Men were groaning and whimpering all around him, and from time to time a scream would pierce the air, thick with pain.

– After a moment he felt cool air on his cheeks. There was pain as well, but he did his best to ignore that.

– “This is like to sting some,” the maester warned as he wet a cloth with wine that smelled of crushed herbs. It did more than sting. It traced a line of fire all the way across Tyrion’s face, and twisted a burning poker up his nose.

– The warmth spread through his fingers like melting butter.

– The stony smell of it was a whisper up the nose.

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September 24, 2012 at 9:56 am

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Jurassic Park

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Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton

Suggested from: Me

Rating (out of 5): 4.5

Genre: Science Fiction tinged Suspense

I was completely unaware that Jurassic Park was a book until I stumbled upon it while purchasing some cheap books online. I was immediately interested and had to purchase it since Jurassic Park was such a big deal when we were kids. I then looked up the author and found that he is actually a very popular author who writes some awesome science fiction tinged suspense books, which best describes one of my favorite genre types of books.

So I’m confident that 99.9% of the people who will read this review have seen Jurassic Park. And if you’ve seen the movie, then you know pretty much the exact storyline of the book. But. Remember how absolutely scary Jurassic Park was when you watched it as a kid? The experience of reading this book was just as scary and suspenseful in proportion to how scary it was to me watching the movie as a child.

The first half of the book sets up the reality of such a thing being possible (and does a very good job at it as well, without losing the reader or getting too technical). The background behind InGen, the company responsible for discovering and creating Jurassic Park, and the people who made it possible and how all of the characters come to be together on the island. John Hammond, the founder and CEO of InGen has created Jurassic Park, a resort/amusement park on an island near Costa Rica, where he has been able to clone real live dinosaurs.  As Jurassic Park nears it’s opening date the investors and lawyers have grown worried about whether the park is safe enough to open to the public. And so to assure the lawyers and investors Hammond invites the ones who helped make his park a reality to come visit and assure the head lawyer that the park is in fact safe. Already living on the island and responsible for it’s daily maintenance and operations are a top of the line park engineer, geneticist and game warden. The others he invites are the top of the line computer programmer who designed the park’s systems, the paleontologist and his assistant who provided the information on how to care for the dinosaurs, and a mathematician/chaos theorist who has provided insight into whether the island will in fact function correctly. Since the main target audience of the park is children, Hammond also invites his grandson and granddaughter hoping to see the first children’s reactions to the park.

Those invited from off of the island are sent on the first tour of the park along with the park publicist. On their way through the park they start to learn that as the new breeds of dinosaurs have been cloned and the number of dinosaurs has grown, the park has had to make significant changes to the original security measures put into place. The dinosaurs are a lot more dangerous than the typical zoo animals that are kept in captivity.

Halfway through the ride something goes wrong though. The cars stop, and the electricity goes out. The head computer programmer who stayed back and was working on fixing the bugs in the system disappears after taking down the systems and all of the security measures; such as the electrified fences which are the only things that stand between the dinosaurs and those taking the tour. And of course, from here, things only get worse. The grandchildren are forced to trek back to the main resort area with the paleontologist, trying avoiding escaped pursuing dinosaurs the entire way. The computer programmer can’t be found, and it’s now evident he took the system off line on purpose, and the control room is forced to struggle through his maze of code to determine the correct procedures and out how to get the system to come back on and stay on correctly.

Talk about suspenseful. Time after time I would be reading and had to close the book and take a break due to being stressed out and scared. Sure, watching the velociraptors stalk and hunt the humans in the movie is scary. But reading the same scene from the human’s point of view as they struggle to get away is much more intense. Not to mention the book has heaps more danger and attacks than the movie did. I really really enjoyed the book, I like something that keeps me on the edge. As much as the book stressed me out with the scary scenes, I kept picking it up, needing to know what happened next. One of the main reasons being that the book kept you interested as they also worked through the logical and illogical implications of Jurassic Park. If you enjoy a good suspenseful book I definitely suggest this one!

Favorite excerpts/lines:

– “Truly, can you imagine anything more boring than fashion? Professional sports, perhaps. Grown men swatting little balls, while the rest of the world pays money to applaud. But, on the whole, I find fashion even more tedious than sports.”

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August 20, 2012 at 9:45 am

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Snuff

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Snuff by Chuck Palahniuk

Suggested from: Me

Rating (out of 5): 2

Genre: Fiction

Uuuuuuuuuuuugh! C’mon authors who write amazing books! How can the rest of the books you write not even be close to as amazing as your amazing ones? In fact, they’re just boring!

Snuff was a short, weird read. The premise of the book is an older porn star, Cassie Wright, who has decided to break the world record of the most sex acts performed in one sitting.  All of this has been arranged by her assistant Sheila who has collected 600 men to perform the acts on camera. Corralled all together in one room, the 600 men await their turns. The book view point goes between Sheila, Mr. 600, Mr. 137, and Mr. 72. You learn that Mr. 600 is Cassie Wright’s most frequent partner in the films she stars in; Mr. 137 is a washed up TV news professional whose show was cancelled and is trying to now make it in the pornography business; and Mr. 72 believes that Cassie Wright is his mother.

The interactions between the men are quite . . . odd. But what else do you expect from a group of men who want to participate in such an event? There’s a nice mystery and surprise discovery that comes about in the drama; one you didn’t expect, but I can’t say that the story itself was worth reading for it. Like always, my favorite part of Palahniuk stories are the true facts he always adds in, which are fun to read while in the midst of a story. And this book is chock full of them. Other than that…I’m still waiting to be amazed by another book of his again.

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August 7, 2012 at 1:09 pm

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Norwegian Wood

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Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami

Suggested from: Me

Rating (out of 5): 2.5

Genre: Fiction

Norwegian Wood was one of Murakami’s most successful book, and is acclaimed as being the book that catapulted him into stardom around the world.  To me it was just another Murakami book as I make my way through his catalog of books, and I’m really starting to think the best book I read by him was the first book. As for this book that I just read, I can explain it in the following words: Depressing death, lots of weird sex.

In Norwegian Wood Murakami writes with no fantasy or science fiction or any other hints. Written as a “love story” in a way, but in the jacked up mindset of Murakami’s characters who always have some psychological depression or disorder. Toru Watanabe (Yep, there’s that last name again, I’m starting to realize that Murakami just LOOOOOVES this last name), is the main character. He’s a young freshman college student whose best friend in high school killed himself. Toru moves out of his small hometown to Tokyo for college. While there, he randomly runs into his dead best friend’s girlfriend, Naoko, whom he knows well and hung out with a lot during his friendship with his dead friend. Naoko is obviously still very affected by her late boyfriends death and her depression makes it hard for her to befriend people. Eventually Toru and Naoko discover a love for each other, but not long after Naoko has a mental breakdown and goes into a recovery clinic in the mountains.

Toru spends his time with one of his friends, hooking up on one night stands and coming to grips with the short-term relationship he had with his dead friend’s girlfriend. Eventually Toru hears from Naoko and goes and visits her, realizing he is truly in love with her, and wanting to wait for her. Returning to college though after his weekend trip, he starts to develop a friendship with a girl from his college classes, which eventually leads to an unintended relationship and Toru must find a way to tell Naoko this without totally crushing her, especially considering that she is not doing too good recently.

So in essence, the book was a lot of depressing feelings. Lots of death. A ton of people end up dying, though their deaths aren’t detailed or part of the story itself; it seems like there’s just a lot of people who end up killing themselves eventually. Secondly, there is TONS of weird sex. Very descriptive too. Lesbian sex between a 30 year old and 13 year old. Swingers sex between Toru and his friend. Odd sexual exchanges between Toru and Naoko. And then sex between Toru and an old lady. So like I said, depressing death and lots of weird sex. I’m not sure how this book catapulted Murakami into famedom, but it somehow did.

Favorite excerpts/lines:

– “I know these things. I’m always right. It’s got nothing to do with logic: I just feel it.”

– He’d go on for hours once he got started on a subject like that, until you either ran away or fell asleep.

– But she was not prepared to understand me.

– She has incredibly narrow hips, as if she has somehow skipped the growth stage in which the hips are solidified….

– It was a soft and gentle kiss, one not meant to lead beyond itself…But as with all kisses, it was not without a certain element of danger.

– Sleeping soundly in this apartment of hers, I wrung the fatigue from every cell of my body, drop by drop.

– That had happened only six months earlier, but it felt like something from a much remoter past. Maybe it felt that way because I had thought about it so often – too often, to the point where it had distorted my sense of time.

– Streaming in through the windows, the moonlight cast long shadows and splashed the walls with a touch of diluted India ink.

– “The dead will always be dead, but we have to go on living.”

– “If I put myself in this person’s hands, I’ll be O.K. If my condition starts to worsen even the slightest bit – if a screw comes loose – he’ll notice right away, and with tremendous care and patience he’ll fix it, he’ll tighten the screw again, put all the jumbled threads back in place.”

– Sleep came and carried me into a mass of warm mud.

– “I have a lot more patience for others than I have for myself, and I’m much better at bringing out the best in others than in myself. That’s just the kind of person I am. I’m the scratchy stuff on the side of the matchbox.”

– “They’ve been spoiled. They have just enough talent so they’ve been able to play things well without any effort and they’ve had people telling them how great they are from the time they’re little, so hard work looks stupid to them.”

– He was going to die soon, you knew when you saw those eyes. There was no sign of life in his flesh, just the barest traces of what had once been a life. His body was like a dilapidated old house from which all furniture and fixtures have been removed and which awaited now only its final demolition.

– “It’s the hospital,” she said, scanning the cafeteria. “This always happens when people aren’t used to the place. The smells, the sounds, the stale air, patients’ faces, stress, irritation, disappointment, pain fatigue – all those things are what do it. They grab you in the stomach and kill your appetite.”

– I’m not a teenager anymore. I’ve got a sense of responsibility now. I’m not the same guy I was when we used to hang out together. I’m twenty now. And I have to pay the price to go on living.

– The dull rush of tires on the highway enveloped us like a fog.

– “How much do you love me? Midori asked.
” Enough to melt all the tigers in the world to butter,” I said.

– It had been all I could do to suppress the intense desire I had to strip her naked, throw open her body, and sink myself in her warmth.

– What I feel for Naoko is a tremendously quiet and gentle and transparent love, but what I feel for Midori is a wholly different emotion. It stands and walks on its own, living and breathing and throbbing and shaking me to the roots of my being.

– The memories would slam against me like the waves of an incoming tide, sweeping my body along to some strange new place – a place where I lived with the dead.

– I said he had done more than enough for me and that I couldn’t accept money on top of everything else, but he refused to take it back. “It’s not money,” he said, “it’s my feelings.”

– In woods as dark as the depths of her own heart, she hanged herself.

– When she played the guitar, Reiko looked like a seventeen-year-old girl enjoying the sight of a new dress. Her eyes sparkled, and she pursed her lips with the hint of a smile.

– “You made your decision long before Naoko died – that you could never leave Midori. Whether Naoko is alive or dead, it has nothing to do with your decision. You chose Midori. Naoko chose to die. You’re all grown up now, so you have to take responsibility for your choices.”

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August 7, 2012 at 10:11 am

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I Am Legend

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I Am Legend by Richard Matheson

Suggested from: Me

Rating (out of 5): 4.5

Genre: Science Fiction/Horror

So back when the movie I Am Legend came out I became aware that it was based off of a book which some reference as the first zombie/vampire book ever written. Since I can’t watch horror, but can read it, I was quick to pick this book up. Upon purchasing the book though, I realized it was a collection of short stories, with the “I Am Legend” story being half of the book. I began reading it back in 2007.  I still to this day declare this the scariest book I’ve ever read. I distinctly remember reading the story and having to shut the book and take a break and breath because it freaked me out so much. Upon finishing the story I put the book down and didn’t pick it up to read the rest of the short stories until earlier this year. I decided to read the second story in the book, which elicited the same horrible scary reaction from me, and I had to put the book back down again and wait until I went on a beach vacation so that I could read the scary book in the most unscary place! Ha!

As stated, the short story I Am Legend is the first story and takes up the first half of the book, being 170 pages long, which is  a significant length. If you watched the movie, then realize that the book and movie are extremely different. I hadn’t watched the movie prior to reading the book, and so I went in completely blind. Robert Neville is the sole survivor of a horrible pandemic that has overtaken the rest of civilization. A germ has spread that results in vampire like symptoms. Sometimes the germ reanimates dead bodies, other time it infects living humans. Neville seems to be the only person immune to this germ, and as the months have progressed, he has learned how to live all by himself.  During the day Neville finds and kills the infected bodies living in the dark, and at night he holes up in his fortified home when the infected come out. Some of the infected are still living though, and they come to Neville’s house every night to taunt him and try to lure him out of the house. After struggling with his loneliness until it seems it will devour him, Neville finally starts to search for an answer and/or cure to the disease in order to no longer be alone.

The second scariest story ever was called Prey, and involved a “trapped ancient hunting spirit” which was bound and kept in check in the body of a small doll. The spirit becomes active again though and starts attacking the young woman who purchased the doll. Imagine a doll that’s not much bigger than your hand, the doll has a kitchen knife, and it’s chasing after you while stabbing your shins and feet the entire time. Whoa. That story had me freaking out over every little motion I saw around the house.

The rest of the short stories are much shorter. There’s one about a man whose uncontrollable anger has manifested itself into his house until his house becomes possessed by the anger and strikes back at him. One about a funeral parlor where the already deceased come to have “the funeral they always wanted”. One about a man who hears a phone ringing in his head every night, and the person calling is always someone different. One about a germ discovered after a world war that makes the infected dead bodies gyrate and dance; and which you can pay money to go see in action at a bar. One about a room full of teenage witches who defend the sterilized almost hospital like complex that they live in from the masses of armies that attack it. And a few others as well.

Richard Matheson is definitely good at writing. He writes wonderful suspense. I Am Legend, while the scariest book I’ve ever read, is very very well written. And his ideas and concepts are perfectly crazy and wonderfully interesting. Matheson spent a lot of his time expanding on the struggles Neville had with his loneliness, which were very well written and very believable in such a situation as he was in. – If you like scary movies, and even if you hate books, I highly recommend this book.

Favorite excerpts/line:

– Visions filled his darkened pupils – of curling smoke, flaming men, unimaginable horrors that shape themselves without words or pictures.

– Silence breathed on the walls.

– A dolor of saxophone, a menace of trombone, a harnessed bleating of trumpet – they raped the air with stridor.

– The music labored toward a rasping dissonant climax, its brass components struggling, in vain, for unity.

– The music exploded shrapnel of ear-cutting cacophony and her body jerked. On the tablecloth, her hands twitched white on white while claws of uncontrollable demand pulled up her frightened eyes.

– The man’s handshake was cool and bone-cracking but Silkline managed to repress reaction to a momentary flicker of agony in his cinnamon eyes.

Written by tinkypears

July 27, 2012 at 1:41 pm

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