A group of friends spends a night in a refurbished old house and with the help of an old ‘game’ the master comes from the other side but never goes back.
This is some good sh*t here, high quality spooky sh*t.
Billy O’Callaghan has resurrected old school horror. Writing a review for Dead House is really tough cause it is as tiring as it is gripping.
Usually horror stories slowly build up their characters, situations, surroundings and then lets the icky stuffs loose. But no, not Mr. O’Callaghan; ever since he first few pages, something was always there; waiting at the next page; hiding between the lines; lurking through the words. Oddly, nothing was there and that is what made me so uneasy ever since the beginning. I kept looking for hints, searching for clues. I was not able to point at anything; yet continuously felt it getting closer, becoming stronger. And when
it he came, he kicked my atheist butt. I felt my room getting smaller, its air getting denser, the darkness getting heavier as I ran for the last page. Rarely have I felt this much rush and chase at the same time in a ghost story. The characters were real, the relations were heartfelt and most importantly the pressure was unreal. Only tiny little complain, the first chapter felt like a bitter spoiler cause it kind of foreshadowed the ending secretly.
Highly recommend this to ghost/thriller/ horror lovers.
Disclaimer: I received a copy of this book through Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.
Mr Tompkins in Paperback
Are you scared of physics? Don’t want to spend your valuable time to understand the complexity of the world of physics? Do you think physics cannot be easy or physics cant be funny??
Come here! Come here!
One afternoon of a bank holiday Mr. Tompkins goes to attend a lecture on Theory of Relativity and falls asleep when the lecture goes over his head. But only then he enters a dream world where everything is happening like the lecturer was saying. Surprisingly, now the phenomena are easy to understand cause those are actually happening in front of his eyes.
An everyday character trying to comprehend difficult concepts of science in weirdly simple yet delicious dreams, walk in parks and what not!
Seriously, here is a book for all of us written by one of the finest physicist himself! Read it to laugh, read it to learn! You will never regret reading this! Please?!
You know Sarah Andersen right? That weird looking black n’ white one page comics that somehow know how we live? Yeah, those are created by Sarah Andersen and this is her third book.
Sarah’s Scribbles is a comic strip that takes us on a trip of her life and finds humor in daily observations. Observational comedy is always very subtle that points at our surroundings in a third party manner. We don’t see it because we are in it. And it frames a more authentic stage when the comedy is about us and our own life.
Sarah Anderson is one of us – that might be the most fitting thing I can say. Her life, anxiety, laziness, friends and all else are so much like us that one feels asking her, “How did you know?” again and again.
The last part of the book is a collection of short-notes, open letters and relevant comics for struggling artists, writers and any kind of creative developers. It feels like a friend’s pat on the back to those who are facing self-doubt and other problems.
A must-read if you love cats, dogs, food, yourself and life.
Disclaimer: I love Sarah’s Scribbles and it was a delight to get ARC of it. I received a copy of this book through Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.
Son gets lost in woods and finds himself in mystical world as fore-told protector. Son returns as all-grown warrior only to save his real world and family from other evil sorcerers.
A familiar setup but a solid start of one heck of a crazy series. The transition of past and present is very smooth and heartfelt. Action is bombastic and damn that detailed artwork. I felt like squealing like happy piggy. Take a bow Mr. Bressen.
Epic is what can be described this series as. Any fantasy lovers guilty pleasure.
P.S. You’re one cunning comics writer Mr. Williamson. Does every have to end in a nail-biting
(see what I did there?) cliffhanger?
When I was in high-school, one day my friend gave me his phone to listen to a song. I understood nothing properly but it was something about breaking some bad habits. The beats and guitars were ‘cool’ enough to make me listen to it again and within 1 month I had memorized almost all the songs of a band called Linkin Park.
This happened back in 2007. Believe me when I say this, it was a huge thing. Many boys and girls have listened to LP but I was a timid teenager far away from west in India, who nearly had never loved ‘English-songs’. So something was either wrong or very very right. My high school days, early college days and even after those I always had somethings to go back to. Those songs were like some true friends who always knew how I felt even without saying anything. Growing up, I listened to many; Metallica to Pantera, Beethoven to Eminem. But never again I felt the connection I had with them. Years passed and the band molded themselves, changed themselves, tried new things. Some were loved, some were criticized. But that connection was never broken. For me Linkin Park was the only Rock Band ‘Who screams but never in rage and only in pain.’
And then came 20th July 2017. I was in office when I heard but I didn’t even realize what had happened. Then it hit me once i reached home. That night was spent with the trusty friends he left behind. The next night too. And the next night too. A boy had a dream of meeting his heroes once in his life. Even if it takes years, even if it takes saving money, even if it takes travelling to another continent, another country. The boy grew up to be a man but the dream never died. But it could be no more. I could dream no more of seeing them together, hearing them together. He is no more but he has left me friends to be with, to rely on.
Then why the fuck does it hurt so much damn it why the hell does it hurt so much?
Hex-Rated: A Brimstone Files Novel
James Brimstone is Jack of many trades: former child magician in circus, Korean veteran and now a licensed private investigator. His new life starts with his mentor’s funeral and his first client Nico, the scarred beautiful actress with a tale of black magic, demons and revenge on the set of a pornographic film. With knowledge of the hidden dark magics and no money in pocket, Brimstone takes the case that takes him to places which he vowed never to visit again.
When I started reading Brimstone felt like bombastic combo of Dan Turner (Hollywood Detective), Jake (Chinatown) and Dean (Supernatural).
Then why just 3 stars?
I was all over this book the second James Brimstone was introduced. Sleek, charismatic and a wonderful liar – the stupendous ragged hero. Nico was introduced perfectly as the damsel in distress of a pulp. Everything was super even the needless sex and action scenes were spot on as per a pulp. The LA setup is wonderful and tasty, the mystery is intriguing and the book is full of magical action. With ‘sexy’ written all over and weird magic gluing all together, I had set my mind to the extreme gear of ppppulp novels. But then I realized how flat the characters are. Generally, characters of pulps are written a bit ‘over-the-top’ which compliments the book and fits like a jigsaw. Hex-rated has characters which are transparent and have good and bad written on their forehead as soon as they are introduced.
All these being said, I still loved it. Somehow it grew upon me and the ride to the last page was very satisfying. I sincerely hope to see more of a better Brimstone.
Damn it I almost forgot: Thanks to Netgalley and the author for providing a free copy for this review.
TRANSMETROPOLITAN Vol.1 – 5 stars
Fu*k Society! Cyber punk dirty future world has come to life by Warren Ellis and Darick Roberson just to bear a Son of a Dogfu**er Gonjo Journalist like Spider Jerusalem! I don’t hate you or him, I hate you all – a moto that rings through time and space. A war of a single mo**erf**ker against society and so called face f**king protocols. His pen (read computer) is mightier than the sword (read guns and gongs) because he can write like – “Take a good look at the City before I scuttle back into my little fucking luxury hole”!
I don’t think I have got the balls to write about this book. Just read it and enlighten your minds from the gutter hole we call society!
It has been almost one month that I wrote a review. Due to some family matters and some busy days of studying I was almost detached from this blog. Although I have read some, I didn’t have the time to write reviews. This is an apology to myself and anyone who thinks I am worthy of his/her time and patience to read my blabbering reviews.