Books make me happy in a way that may confuse many people. It's a kind of obsessive, craving love that would be unhealthy if it were directed at a human.
I love reading. But I'm a busy gal. I likely won't be able to work my way through Stephen King's expansive horror collection before Halloween. What is a girl to do then? Lightbulb! Podcasts!
Some books just stick with you, for whatever reason. Sometimes it's not even because they are particularly amazing. It's just that something about them lodges in your brain like the lyrics to some random song and never leaves. So as my 10 for Tuesday, here are 10 books I read a long time ago, but still think about often and I can't seem to get out of my head.
When visiting Colonial Williamsburg, you talk a lot about dead people. You even meet them on the street. But, those are actors not ghosts. To see the real ghosts you have to go ghost hunting for the hauntings...
I spend a lot of time in airports. So, I appreciate it when airports have art for my eyes weary of looking at fast food chains and rows and rows of industrial chairs. I've seen paintings and sculptures. But, I never imagined an airport would have a display that would send a chill down my spine...
Only 3 days to go until Halloween. Now adults can have fun on Halloween. (It's allowed. Don't feel bad.) But, let’s face it, kids relish dressing up in costumes and stuffing themselves full of candy more than most of their adult counterparts. (I said most, not all.) In honor of that, here’s a list of great kid’s books to get those tots in the Halloween spirit. Don’t have young kids? Shhhh, don’t tell anyone but some of these will make even adults laugh.
It’s the weekend and only 8 days left until Halloween. Can’t think of anything to do this weekend? Why not go to a haunted house? Sure, it’s strange to go somewhere with the goal of intentionally being scared out of your mind. And, yet, we do it and we love it. In fact, our cultural obsession goes well beyond the ghostly and ghoulish temporary creations erected for Halloween.
K.L. Kranes 