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Top Ten Tuesday

This week our topic for discussion set by Jana from That Artsy Reader Girl is, Books I Read Because Someone Recommended Them To Me … which in and of itself, might be a left over from last week’s challenge, Long Titles! 

While I’ve read a couple of books recently that were, in a way, recommended to me by people on twitter—I have also read at least 3 or 4 books that someone has recommended to me via the comments after reading a really positive review. Those have turned out to be some of the best reads as well. Because, by then, you have at least read their review and already know what you’re letting yourself in for. 

My thanks to Jake from over at Jake is Reading, Ollie at Infinite Speculations, and Jo from Blue Mood Cafe, for providing me with lots of inspiration and some really great suggestions these last few months.

On the list are:

  • THE PHLEBOTOMIST (SF) — by Chris Panatier 
  • CAPTAIN MOXLEY AND THE EMBERS OF EMPIRE (Fantasy) — by Dan Hanks
  • VELOCITY WEAPON (SF) — by Megan O’Keefe
  • WE RIDE THE STORM (Fantasy) — by Devin Madson
  • BLOOD ON THE TRACKS (Crime) — by Barbara Nickless
  • OVERKILL (Crime) — by Vanda Symon
  • IN THE DARK SPACES (SF) — Cally Black
  • THE LAST SMILE IN SUNDER CITY (Fantasy) — by Luke Arnold
  • RACE THE SANDS (Fantasy) — by Sarah Beth Durst
  • THE SOUTHERN BOOK CLUB’S GUIDE TO SLAYING VAMPIRES (Horror) — by Grady Hendrix (on the TBR)

So, there you have my list. What about you, have you had any really good recommendations lately and if so, what where they? 

Obituary

BILLY RAY MELNIK (aged 13) of Pensacola, Florida, died today, March 6th, when his DNA register his final act of stupidity and terminated his existence under the Statute of Evolution regulations, section 7(a) para 1(b). Which states that, no entity can forthwith continue its existence if deemed to be in violation of watering down the Gene-Pool.

Termination occurred on the corner of 12th and Main, as, spray-cans in hand, Melnik engaged in the vandalous act of graffiti.

A bio-hazard clean-up crew for the city managed to collect enough of the gelatinous remains to fill a funerary pot. An interment service will be held Monday at the Pensacola City cemetery.

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Finley’s Last Chapter

“Hi, my name is Finley,” she writes on the scrap of paper with a broken pencil Georgia gave her earlier. “You can blame Georgia for this, for what I am about to write, it was at her suggestion. Well, insistence, that I write it all down, how we came to this moment in time—” She pauses and looks out across the ink black darkness, straining to see anything moving, but sees nothing. It’s all gone quiet. 

Too quiet, the incessant shelling having stopped a few hours earlier. No one knows what it means. Was it the proverbial calm before the storm, or maybe the eye of the storm? Did it matter which? The small pockets of resistance fighters, like her small group, were losing the war. She isn’t even sure what it is they are fighting for anymore.

Survival? That was a joke. 

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The Impossible Girl

The lean and lanky Ryan Connor jumped out the back of the 4-ton truck and landed in the wet mud with a soft thud. It sucked at his wellies as he moved off toward a large pit, and the reason they were all there. He turned just in time to see his Corporal, Jack Blase, a man in his late 20s, man-handle himself out of the truck like a 60 year-old. Working bomb disposal did that to a person.

“Come on, Old Man, you’ll be late for the party.”

Jack flashed him a look that said, ‘don’t mess with me.’

Ryan cocked his head to one side, fixed his Service-issue woollen hat further back on his head at a jaunty angle, and grinned. He waited for Jack, William ‘The Bagman’ Herschel and their lieutenant, Sandy ‘Shingle’ House, to catch up with him. He turned back toward the gapping maw of the pit. Workers had been hand digging the area up until yesterday when, as happened all too often in this area of Hanover, a perfectly preserved and unexploded 1000 pounder had been unearthed.

It was one of theirs, that much was for sure. Someone had taken the time to write on the pointy end, ‘a gift from Ol’ Blighty’ in white letters.

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