Ack, I have been slacking lately, gotta get back into the groove of posting!
Tomorrow is All Hallow's Eve, and I an certain that my readers -- who are all quite literate and well-educated and walk in a lightly-scented cloud of gorgeousness that isn't far short of being simply terrific -- will be looking to whet their appetite for spookiness by reading ghost stories.
In which case, might I suggest This Old Haunt, the debut novella of Jean Bauhaus? It's a blast to read, the story trots along at a pleasant clip, and best of all the author is a good friend of mine who has helped me out of a creative jam more than once. (It's fair to say that I can't write Curse/Or without her help.)
So yes. Go thither and read, because I would like to avoid having to say "I wanna pimp my girl Jeannie out for y'all." That just sounds wrong.
You know. I don't think I'll ever manage to associate the name "jean" with anything but the manliest of manliness (despite the existence of Jean Grey).
ReplyDeleteI mean. Jean Reno.
Jean F-ing Reno.
But I guess it's just one of those names.