Triptych…
Karin Slaughter’s Triptych
If you haven’t discovered the writing of Karin Slaughter, woa are you ever missing out! Her latest book: Tryptych. Its twisted scenarios that somehow come together into one big fiasco of a gripping read! Here’s a tidbit to get to you started…
Conversation between ex-con John Shelly and thought-to-be hooker Angie Polaski (who is actually a vice cop) meets John under unusual circumstances and talk about money arise. John becomes uncomfortable and “just wants to talk” for the $50 he gave to ‘Robin’. … talk about her first kiss. She rolled her eyes but she kept the money.
Excerpts:
“Tell you what?”Anything,” he said. “Tell me …” Jesus, he couldn’t think of a damn thing. “Tell me…:” He starred at her willing her face to give him a clue- anything that would keep her here a little longer. He looked at her beautiful mouth, the way it twisted with irritation and maybe something that look like curiosity “your first kiss,” he decided. “tell me about you first kiss.”
“you’ve got to be kidding me.”
“no,” he said. “I’m not.” “just tell me about your first kiss”
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Though John was adamant to admit it, he had a sort of crush almost admiration for this long time friend Mary Alice. He invited her to a party and after the overwhelming pressure inside they ventured into the backyard, alone where they could talk and John could reflect.
God, she was so pretty. He had been hating her so long that he’d forgotten she was so gorgeous.
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That night turned into a string of events, not so eventful of what was remembered anyway…not knowing that he should have … his thoughts of his last memory:
He sat back on his heels, his mind going over the last time he had seen Mary Alice. Her eyes. He would never forget her eyes, the way she had stared into nowhere. Her body told the real story, though. She had endured horrible things, unspeakable things. In his mind, he could still recall the blown-up pictures from his trial, the photographs showing Mary Alice Finney’s violated body splayed out for the world to see…
what a read!
Jeff Strand’s Pressure
I just finished reading a gruesome and horribly disturbing book…and I loved it! (Pressure) I’ve never read any of Jeff Strand’s work as of yet, but now I won’t stop until I’ve devoured all his books! With one book I’m hook, line and sinker for Strand’s work.Some passages that made me say “wow, that’s an exquisite way of wording!”
Excerpts:
Pg. 199
“I screamed after him, begged him, threatened him. The I screamed at myself. At my parents. At my teachers. At God.”
Pg. 219
“How many kids had been afraid to go to sleep last night because of my video? How many of them worried that the crazy man with the straight razor might be hiding in their closet? How many nightmares were I creating just to end my own?”
…and that’s only an appetizer of the main course!
