Sunday, July 01, 2012

Summer Reading Blog Tour - week 5

Gore Orphanage Road

So, have you got a big pile of reading material for summer yet? There's still three weeks to go, so keep room for a few more. If you'd like to visit other authors on the tour, visit here. You can also see the prizes - you get a chance to win a prize if you leave a comment here. 

Today I'm so pleased to introduce you to romance author Lynn Hones. If you'd like to see her variety of books, check out her Amazon page here

Lynn's here to tell us who and what she's reading this summer and why, so read on!

I have a couple of books I’m reading right now. Although I write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. I’m a history buff, and enjoy reading real life accounts. I now have two Kindles. My mother-in-law passed away and I got hers, along with the one my husband bought me a couple of years ago. Kindle number one has a story about a serial killer in the 1920’s on it. He killed women, landladies, who were renting out rooms in their homes, as was a popular thing to do back then. At the time there was no term for people like Ted Bundy, to whom this character was very similar. He killed over seventeen women before he was caught and was as cool as a cucumber during the entire trial. I haven’t gotten to the end yet and I’m enjoying it very much.

The other book I’m actually re-reading is The Boy in the Striped Pajamas. Although this is a fictional account of the atrocities committed during the Holocaust, it speaks to me about the horrid way people were transformed from a cultured, well read and arts loving society into programmed monsters willing to do anything for Hitler and his ideal Germany. I read a lot of Holocaust survivor stories. I feel if they are brave enough to put down in words their sufferings, I want to be strong enough to read them and to remember that it was not that long ago these atrocities happened. We must always know what has gone before so we don’t ever fall into such pits of lunacy again. I tell my daughters, when they complain that history is boring, that they need to listen closely and learn from other’s mistakes.

I always have my “books” on hand, too. Am I the only one who, while reading a book, presses the bottom of the page where the Kindle button is to turn the page? I mean, come on. It’s a book, Lynn. Remember those things you grew up reading. You have to manually move your hand and flip the page yourself. Jeez…the things we have to do sometimes. Like I have the time to turn my page! Don’t they have a button for that! LOL Anyway, those books are ones I’ve had forever. I love to read the satirical paper The Onion and always have one of their books around when I need a good laugh. (After reading all those true crime books and Holocaust survivor accounts, who doesn’t need a good laugh?)

I hope everyone has a safe and happy Fourth of July. We have a cottage near the lake and my husband’s cousins and second and third and fourth cousins all own cottages there, too. We were in a magazine last year for the party we throw on Independence Day. The article was called A Good Old Fashioned Fourth of July. We decorate our bikes, have sack races, husk the corn, have a barbecue and then watch fireworks at night. It’s a lot of fun and very patriotic. Take care.

Thanks so much for visiting, Lynn - and happy holidays to you (yes, a Brit just said that! LOL). I really must get the courage to read The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas, but I'm such a wimp when it comes to war and holocaust stories (no idea why).

Here's an excerpt from Lynn's book, Gore Orphanage Road, which looks a fabulous read (another one for the pile!):

I turned the corner into the bath and stopped in my tracks. The semi-transparent shower curtain encircled the deep tub and the water ran long and hot. The door wide open, I saw what appeared to be the shape of an old person soaping them self up. When I say old, I mean like an ancient, troll-like physique standing in our shower. No more than five feet tall, it possessed skinny arms and legs, was bald and had long fingers and a pronounced, beaklike nose.
It hummed. I froze.
The fear infused me with sudden paralysis of mind, body and spirit. This, this…person, this monster in our shower knew I stood there and knew I couldn’t move. It imbued that upon me.
It stopped soaping its misshapen limbs and turned its oversized, grotesque head over its bony shoulder and, although I couldn’t see its eyes, it stared at me. It didn’t move a muscle, but the shower stopped and I heard a low growl. Bile rose in my throat, hot and stinging, tasting of Fritos, and I willed myself to swallow it back down.
Whatever you do, don’t pass out again. Another growl, this one more sinister than the first, came from the—the entity showering in front of me. In a voice filled with what sounded like gravel, dirty, gross gravel, a low ominous sound came from behind the curtain. “Do you want to die, Alexis?”
A laugh began. At first a baritone reverberation, but as it continued, it picked up a higher cadence and fell into a full-out childish giggle. High-pitched and squeaky, it repeated itself… “Do you want to die, Alexis? Do you want to die, Alexis?”
It didn’t stop. In that cartoon character, shrill and penetrating tone, it repeated itself over and over and…
“Alexis?” Mom said from downstairs. I heard the twins run in and go straight for the kitchen as the back door slammed.
“Oh,” it said. “They’re home.” It reached its scrawny hand to the shower curtain and slowly pulled it back. Its face stuck out at me and for a brief second the revulsion I felt at the sight made me shudder and lose consciousness. I shook my head and opened my eyes, staring it full in the face.
Brown, molted fingertips held the corner of the curtain aside and it smiled at me showing yellow teeth. Rancid, fetid skin covered a skeletal facial structure, rotting in places. Its ears gone, a green slime came out of a hole in the side of its neck.
“Gotta go bye bye now.” It disappeared. Gone…poof. I hadn’t realized how frozen the air surrounding me was until it warmed again. I felt my arms thaw and I moved my hands up to my face. My legs moved next and with my back against the wall, I slowly slid into a sitting position. What in the hell just happened to me?
“Alexis, where are you? Do you want a grilled cheese?” Sara yelled.
My body shuddered uncontrollably, a woman coming back from the brink of death. I lowered my head in between my knees and cried.

Find Lynn here on her blog.



  1. Great excerpt!

    The Boy In the Striped Pyjamas was a powerful book.

  2. Hi Lynn and Sue! Lynn- Your current reads sound very intense but riveting. I agree that the excerpt is terrific. I hope everyone in the US has a fun and safe Independence Day this week.

  3. Lynn, Your excerpt made me feel like I do when I read Stephen King's books. Scared!! Well done. Sell a million. Sharon

  4. Hi Lynn and Hello Sue! That;s such a great excerpt, Lynn, I can't wait to read your book. Sue, your blog is lovely and easy to navigate, too ;-) Have a great week!

  5. Interesting snippet. I can't help wanting to know what her encounter with that creature was all about.

  6. so what is everyone else reading????? My TBR is always looking for some new books to read.

  7. Thanks GE - I'm still plucking up courage. Like Brinda I wish everyone in the US a happy July 4! It is a scary snippet, and very well written. Thank you Sharon, Gina, and JL. Regan - I'm on The Night at the Circus right now.

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