• Book Review,  Reviews

    Prankenstein – Andy Seed

    “Soapy Thompson woke up with a cucumber on his head. It was large and green and still attached to the bush. He blinked a few times and wondered why his bedroom was so bright and why the ceiling was made of glass. And the walls.  Soapy sat up and rubbed his eyes. There was a family of woodlice in his hair and his left cheek was encrusted with grotty bits of compost. He was in the greenhouse. Why?”   Someone is doing some hilarious pranks around Soapy’s town and he just wishes he could be involved. Yet his boring life could never be as exciting as shooting his granny off her…

  • Lifestyle Post

    Readaraptor facelift

    Hello! I am still around. I know things have been stupidly quiet around here lately, I’m not on twitter as much, I’m not blogging as much because I’m not reading anywhere near enough, and I’ve even become terrible at replying to emails. But I am still here, I promise, and I’m not going anywhere. I just wanted to share a little post with you about the facelift you may notice when you click into Readaraptor. I decided recently that this lull might be a great time to do something I’ve been thinking about for a while – switching from Blogger to WordPress. Basically I have plans for Readaraptor, which include…

  • Book Review,  Reviews

    The Ghosts of Heaven – Marcus Sedgwick

    The spiral has existed as long as time has existed.   It’s there when a girl walks through the forest, the moist green air clinging to her skin. There centuries later in a pleasant greendale, hiding the treacherous waters of Golden Beck that take Anna, who they call a witch. There on the other side of the world as a mad poet watches the waves and knows the horrors the hide, and far into the future as Keir Bowman realises his destiny.   Each takes their next step in life. None will ever go back to the same place. And so, their journeys begin… *** Let me start this review…

  • Book Review,  Reviews

    Lies We Tell Ourselves – Robin Talley

    “The white people are waiting for us.  Chuck sees them first. He’s gone out ahead of our group to peer around the corner by the hardware store. From there you can see all of Jefferson High.  The gleaming redbrick walls run forty feet high. The building is a block wide, and the windowpanes are spotless. A heavy concrete arch hangs over the two-storey wood-and-glass doors at the front entrance.  And the only thing between us and the school is the parking lot. And the white people.  It’s February 1959 and the doors of Jefferson High School have been unlocked, months later than they should have been. Despite the governors best…

  • Book Review,  Reviews

    A Little in Love – Susan E Fletcher

    “I’m dying. There’s no use hoping I’ll live or telling myself, keep going, it’s only a small wound. There’s too much blood on the ground.  I’m going to die in this street.  I can hardly breathe. My hand, my arm and my body are so full of pain. I’m whimpering, trembling. And I’m cold too – lying on my back with the cobblestones pressing into me. In the distance horses’ hooves, and someone is shouting, ‘is anyone alive out there?’ I want to call, ‘yes, over here!’ but I can’t. It hurts too much to speak or move.” Paris 1832. There is unrest everywhere. A street girl lies in the…

  • Book Review,  Reviews

    The Cure For Dreaming – Cat Winters

    “The Metropolitan Theater simmered with the heat of more than a thousand bodies packed together in red velvet chairs. My nose itched from the lingering scent of cigarette smoke wafting off the gentlemen’s coats – a burning odour that added to the sensation that we were all seated inside a beautiful oven, waiting to be broiled. Even the cloud of warring perfumes hanging over the audience smelled overcooked, like toast gone crisp and black”  Halloween night was Oliva’s seventeenth birthday. It was also the day her eyes were opened and she started to see things more clearly than ever before. That day she was victim of abuse as she cheered…

  • Guest Post

    UKYA Award WINNERS!!!!

    Hello!Today I am here to announce the winners of the Book Blogger UKYA Awards!Before I do so, however, I just want to send out a quick thank you to every single person who nominated and voted. I also want to take another minute to thank all of the wonderful bloggers who helped out.Faye @ A Daydreamer’s ThoughtsJim @ Ya Yeah YeahCaroline @ Big Book Little BookDaphne @ Winged ReviewsLucy @ Queen of ContemporaryDebbie @ Snuggling on the SofaLuna @ Luna’s Little LibrarySarah @ Feeling FictionalCicely @ Cicely Loves BooksCharli @ To Another WorldFi @ Bookish OutsiderRaimy @ ReadaraptorMichelle @ Much Loved BooksShaila @ Hush Hush RevealingsAndrew @ The Pewter WolfSam…

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    The Curious Phenomenon of Infrasound – Guest post by Paul Southern.

    Today I have the wonderful Paul Southern on the blog taking about Infrasound, one of the major themes of his new book Killing Sound.   Killing Sound is a book that explores the grey area between science and superstition. It has been described (accurately, I think) as a cross between Inception and The Exorcist. It is a book with big ideas, both mythological and scientific, that deals with magic, séances, spirits and the supernatural and what really lies behind them.   Like a lot of people, I have been fascinated with the supernatural since I was a child, and have often wondered what people meant when they said they saw ghosts. Were…

  • Book Review,  Reviews

    Killing Sound – Paul Southern

    “The black cab tore through London’s rain-washed streets, slicing through the late-night traffic. It was 1.33am and Malcolm Lawrence was feverish with anticipation. The clamp of fear that had gripped him all day was gone, the blackened tunnels all lit up. He stared at the readings in his red notebook and a triumphant smile appeared across his face. William would be furious about this.” Twelve years ago Jodie saw something terrifying. She saw something no little girl should and she had to live with the devastating aftermath. Both her parents were dead and she only had her Aunt Gene to rely on. For a while Jodie’s mind had blocked the…