I received this as an advanced copy from Netgalley.com for an honest review.
I swear, Sarah Anderson’s strips are pixelated joy. Each one speaks to me in a different way, and I found myself nodding enthusiastically as I read them and/or laughing my ass off. She speaks to my inner animal lover and my inner anxiety and angst fueled woman. I liked this so much, I want to get some of strips printed out and hang them on the wall so moments when I am losing my mind, or having crazy anxiety due to my period and I can look up at the picture and go “ahhhh. Yes. I am not alone in this insanity.” I haven’t read the first two books in the series which is so very exciting because that means I get to experience them for the first time and look forward to all the joy. I would definitely recommend this book to any adult reader. I find some of her strips speak specifically to being a woman, but even then male readers will get a chuckle. Readdddd itttt.
I want to tell you a little story about an experience I had when I first moved to portland. I went on a haunted ghost tour of downtown portland found here.
I did this for a variety of reasons:
It was cheap entertainment for the evening.
Gave me an opportunity to walk around like a tourist.
Also, gave me a chance to hang out with my very cool friend Jessica.
I like dark stories when they involve architecture and secret compartments.
Even better if they feature some sort of dastardly secret society hell bent on kidnapping you and using you for nefarious purposes.
I can use these stories later to not-impress family and friends when they come to town to visit me.
I do believe in ghosts.
I do believe that alcohol can make the above mentioned points even better.
The evening started off mild and wet. I met up with my friend Jessica and ghost hunting partner at a local bar downtown called Oldtown Brewing. This bar is renown for its excellent beer, excellent pizza and haunted and terrifying past.
“Old Town Pizza sits in what used to be called the Old North End, a section of the city with a rather questionable reputation. Despite the upstanding clientele of the Merchant Hotel, even it was known for offering one of the oldest professions in the world: prostitution. As legend goes, one of the young “working women” was Nina, sold into this life by a thriving white slavery market. In an effort to clean up the neighborhood, traveling missionaries convinced Nina to share information in exchange for freeing her from a fate she did not choose. Nina cooperated but soon afterward was found dead in the hotel, now Old Town Pizza. Thrown down the elevator shaft, Nina is reported to have never left the building. Could it be Nina who carved her name in the brick of the old elevator shaft, now the backdrop of a cozy booth in the rear of the restaurant?” https://www.otbrewing.com/haunted-past
The beer was good though, plus they had karaoke. Bad karaoke can make you wish you were dead, so that was close enough for me. I did not meet Nina, there was no hovering over my pizza while karaoke played, but I did hear a neat story told by a great storyteller.
After our food, beer, and story where concluded. We headed down single file to the back of the restaurant and filtered through a series of hallways and stairs that lead down into the dusty and dimly lit basement. The room looked old by the wood lathe used on the walls. It smelled dusty, moldy, but with the never mistaken smell of rising pizza dough. You can tell that it had not been used as a busy space in years except by GHOSTS! haha no really, it was pretty well not used. In the corner of the basement was a dark and cordoned off hallway that lead.. well..it led away into darkness. I am not trying to be all mystical or scary movie-ish. It literally led out into the darkness around the corner. It was a weird hallway. We were not allowed to follow the hallway into the great beyond. My inner goonie was screaming. Apparently it is dangerous to walk around pitch black tunnels in the middle of the night that may or may not be used for slave trade and/or drug running. They could get sued. All I heard was blah blah you are ruining my fun.
The tour continued around downtown from there. It is a walking tour after all. The guide walked and pointed and the tour group nodded sagely and occasionally took pictures. I know we visited the Bensen Hotel, which is a marvel of wood and crystal and makes me feel both very fancy and underdressed at the same time. Apparently it is said to be haunted by the ghost of the previous owner, Mr. Bensen. No freaky apparitions of men from the 1930’s wearing expensive suits were seen. I did however have another drink.
I was provided a free copy of this novel from NetGalley.com for an honest review.
Butcher writes another slam dunk in the Urban Fantasy genre with everyones favorite anti-hero and total pain-in-the-ass wizard. This go around is in the form of a graphic novel.
To preface, Harry is seething in anger and anxious about past dealings that are coming to haunt him. He is a man holding on by how fingernails. But then he gets an unexpected request for help from a member of the White Council. This takes Harry out of his comfort zone of Chicago and the reader to an unfamiliar location. Harry attempts to do what he does best, protect the innocence and cause hate and discontent for some rather nasty baddies that are attempting to shit on Harry’s evening. As always, things definitely do not go as planned.
Typical for Jim Butcher, the writing is excellent. The language and imagery are crisp and interesting with out being to verbose. In a not so typical fashion for Butcher’s writing the pacing seemed off. I found that at the start of the novel the pacing was lugubrious and slow. Maybe that was a writerly choice for tone setting, but I found that off putting. Especially in a format such as a graphic novel. Where pacing and imagery are literally at the forefront. The story picks back up in a typical Dresden fashion and ends in some very interesting ways. Overall a very good read and I would recommend it to anyone. This series has a big place in my heart and I am always so excited with Jim releases new stories.I can’t get enough of this world and I believe that everyone needs a little Harry Dresden in their lives.
My husband is almost completely blind in the dark. I stand constantly in amazement when we contrast how different our vision is in the dark. I am not saying I have a superpower, but let’s just say if I was in a dark room with you. “I can see you!” Mwahaha. Conversely I have to constantly wear sunglasses because I have something called photophobia which makes it sound like my eyes are afraid of the light. Stupid scared-of-the-light eyes. But really only means that my eyes are super light sensitive.
Recently, I put a black fan in a dark hallway in the middle of the night. It was hot, our fan is black, sue me. My husband fell ass over tea-kettle. He told me I was trying to kill him. He doesn’t think much of me if he thought I would try and kill him with a fan. Sheesh..
I looked on Pinterest for good ideas for an interesting room night light. I didn’t find much, I did however come across a picture of a some text that was back lit. An idea formed and I made it happen.
The execution is simple. You will need:
1. Canvas that fits in to your space. Mine was 11 x 17
2. A can of glossy black spray paint. It could be matte, but I like the reflection of the lights on the surface.
3. A lettering template of some sort. Mine were scrapbook letters that really didn’t stick right at all. Next time I am using vinyl letters or watercolor masque.
Position your phase in letters on the canvas however you please.
Take outside, and coat the canvas with black spray paint. I did sweeping motions trying to be careful not to spray under the not so sticky letters.
Pull off letters.
Add a bright cool light source. I purchased a string of ultra bright LEDs from Amazon for seven dollars. They are duck tapped to the back.
And that’s it! Easey peasey lemon squeezey.
The next one I will make for the den is one that will say, “no sleep till Brooklyn!” Beastie Boys for life yo!