Where I End av Sophie White - giftig mor og datter forhold

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The clock on the kitchen wall says noon, I'm late for the

bed-thing's shit but regardless I am drawn to the drawer

still hanging open, the photographs Móraí is keeping 

from the museum, half spewing out.

   I pick through them and every one of them shows the

bed-thing back in the smiling days. 

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Å leve et isolert liv er kanskje ikke for alle?

Where They Wait av Scott Carson - forutsigbart og lite atmosfære

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   "Why?" I shot back 'Why is it so damned important?" 

    She took a deep breath. Considered. Finally, she said, "You

understand that much of the research that is at the core of Clarity

has its origin in your mother's lab, right?"

    I did not know that, yet I wasn't overly surprised.

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Vanskelig bransje å være i.

The Hunger av Alma Katsu - mye drama og lite horror

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     "No," Santon said slowly. "No, I don't think so."

   Reed stared at him. "So you believe this story of mon-

sters in the woods?"

    "I don't believe in monsters," Santon said. "Only men

who behave like them."

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Historiske romaner er ofte kjedelige og tørre, men det hjelper med horrorelementer.

Whisper Down the Lane av Clay McLeod Chapman - spennende og provoserende tema

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     Was Sean really that interesting? Were the things he said actually 

that special? Miss Kinderman always made him feel special. The 

things he said were noteworthy, she explained.

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Satanic Panic var et kjent uttrykk på 80 - tallet, og det er også et uttrykk som brukes en gang i blant i moderne tid. Whisper Down the Lane av Clay McLeod som ble utgitt i 2021, var også inspirert av McMartin saken som varte i hele sju år.

Den fremmede av Harlan Coben - spennende konsept, men ikke Cobens beste

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Da Adam hadde fått tilbake følelsene i beina, løp han etter

den fremmede.

    For sent.

    Den fremmede gled inn på passaajersetet i en grå Honda

Accord. Bilen kjørte ut. Adam løp ut for å se nærmere, kan-

skje få et glimt av bilnummeret, men han så bare at den var

fra New Jersey, delstaten han selv bodde i.

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I fjor leste jeg to bøker av Harlan Coben. Det var Den fremmede og Datter savnet, og må si jeg likte Datter savnet bedre. 

Revival av Stephen King - King har heldigvis ikke mistet gnisten

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We never did get another minister, as it turned out. Some of the local padres tried to take up the slack, but attendance dropped to almost nothing, and by my senior year of high school, our church was locked and shuttered. It didn't matter to me. My belief had ended.

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Noen ting bør man ikke eksperimentere med ...

The Thief of Always av Clive Barker - for lite liv i persongalleriet

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He looked back, but the street he'd stepped out of, with its grey pavements and grey clouds, had already disappeared. Beneath his feet the grass was high and full of flowers. Above his head, the sky was midsummer blue. And ahead of him, set at the summit of a great slope, was a House that had surely been first imagined in a dream.

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Hva harThe Thief of Always og Hellraiser til felles? De ble begge skrevet av samme mann, nemlig Clive Barker.

Kiss the Girls av James Patterson - svært spennende og mye mørkere enn filmatiseringen

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    CASANOVA HAD struck again.
    Another student, a bright beautiful woman named Anna Miller, had been abducted from a garden  apartment she shared with her lawyer-boyfriend near the State University of North Carolina in Raleigh. The boyfriend had been murdered in bed, which was a new twist for Casanova. He left no note, and no other clues at the crime scene. After a mistake, he was showing us he was letter - perfect again.

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Hvorfor har jeg ikke lest noe av James Patterson tidligere?

Out are the Lights av Richard Laymon - en svak novellesamling ...

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    The rat crouches beside the coffin, nibbling a bit of raw meat.
    Fingers curl around the edge of the coffin lid, and slide it aside.
   The rat pauses at the sound of scraping wood.
    A hand snatches it from the ground. It squeals as Schreck, sitting upright in the coffin, raises it toward his pallid face.
    'The blood is the life,' he whispers.
    He bites off the rat's head, and spits it out. He raises the rat above him like a wine bottle, the blood splashing his face, spilling into his wide mouth, running in dark rivulets down his cheeks and chin.

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Laymon har ikke gnisten helt med seg i denne novellesamlingen ...

The Woods are Dark av Richard Laymon - underholdende slasher!

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    A strangeled whimper escaped from Cordie.
    Ben lunged away, pulling her hand. She jerked it  free. Ben glanced back.
    The awful voice roared, 'Krull!
    Ben ran.
    Cordie staying down saw dark shape after him.
    Then there was only forest. She heard the crashing footfalls.
    Ben yelled, 'No! Please!'
    She covered her ears.
    Ben's final cry was cut short.
    She curled at the base of the trunk, and hugged her knees, and listened to the woods.

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I 2018 avsluttet jeg året med den merkeligste boka jeg noensinne har lest ...

The Mothman Prophecies av John A. Keel - dokumentasjon om et kjent fenomen

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    'Jim was working on the river that night,' Mrs Lilly added. 'And Linda woke me up with a terrible scream. She cried out there was a man in her room. I told her she was dreaming. But she screamed again.'
    'He walked around the bed and stood right over me,' Linda declared. 'I screamed again and hid under the covers. When I looked up again, he was gone.'
    'She came running into my room,' Mrs Lilly said. 'She cried, "There is a man in my room! There is!" She's refused to sleep alone ever since.'

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Filmen er nok bedre kjent enn selve boka, selv om boka og filmen er svært forskjellige.

You May Now Kill the Bride (Return to Fear Street, 1) av R.L. Stine - herlig mørk stemning og gale karakterer

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    But revenge for what?
    Randolph raised his hands and let Nelson help pull him to his feet. "It won't end today," Randolph murmured. He leaned heavily on Nelson as they began walk to the lodge. "Now I will have to take my revenge on the Goodes. It won't end. Not before I have avenged my daughters."
    Nelson guided him between the tall grass on either side of carpeted aisle. He didn't speak. He didn't know what he could say.
    Nelson heard again in his ears the screams of the two girls.
    Maybe it will never end, he thought.
    A burst of wind carried the girls' dying screams back to his mind. He shut his eyes and guided Randolph Fear down the mesa to the lodge.

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Familien Fear er ikke som andre familier.

Surviving and Thriving with an Invisible Chronic Illness (How to Stay Sane and Live One Step Ahead of Your Symptoms) av Ilana Jacqueline - en sykdomsbok med mye humor

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When you find yourself sick, your relationships will undoubtly be tested. There comes a time when you will have no choice but to mindfully examine your friendships. Who will step up? What role will they play in making that relationship even stronger? Who will raise you up? Who will let you down and why? It is a bummer to think about, but it is common for people to let you down. Feeling powerless doesn't feel good, and your family and friends will do their best to avoid it.

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Å være pasient er ikke bare, bare. I hvert fall ikke når man sliter med usynlig sykdom.

Frankenstein av Mary Shelley - fin bok om å føle seg utestengt fra resten av samfunnet og selvforakt

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    'For some weeks I led a miserable life  in the woods, endeavouring to cure the wound which I had received. The ball had entered my shoulder, and I knew not whether it had remained there or passed through; at any rate I had no means of extracting it. My sufferings were augmented also by the oppressive sense of the injustice and ingratitude of their infliction. My daily vows rose for revenge - a deep and deadly revenge, such as would alone compensate for the outrages and anguish I had endured.

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Utrolig flaut å ha hatt denne boka i hylla i så mange år, ulest, spesielt siden jeg er den horrorfreaken jeg er, men bedre sent enn aldri.

Doll House av John Hunt - et dukkehus? Snarere et torturkammer ...

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Olivia hadn't even made it to her first class before being taken. Hell, she hadn't even slept in her new bed at residence. She puzzled over it a long time, in her prison wondering, like most people who have something terrible happen to them, how she could have avoided it. How did she not sense what was bearing down on her? A monolith of menace. How could it happen with such suddenness? Like walking off a cliff having no idea the path ended. One second you're whistling along and the next, you're falling through the sky, your face a study in confusion. No warning, no expectation of disaster.

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Hadde du gitt opp hvis du ble kidnappet og frarøvet friheten?

Psycho av Robert Bloch - skremmende og nyskapende i sin tid

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The minute Norman got inside the office he started to tremble. It was the reaction, of course. Too much had happened, and too quickly.  He couldn't bottle it up any longer.
    Bottle. That's what he needed - a drink. He'd lied to the girl, of course. It was true Mother wouldn't allow liquor in the house, but he did drink. He kept a bottle down here, at the office. There were times when you had to drink, even if you knew you had no stomach for liquor even if a few ounces were enough to make you dizzy, make you pass out. There were times when you wanted to pass out.

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Psycho ble utgitt i 1959, og året etter ble boka filmatisert av selveste Alfred Hitchcock ...

If I Did It (Confessions of the Killer) av O.J. Simpson, Dominick Dunne og Pablo Fenjves - fra superstjerne til person of interest

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    My oldest daughter, Arnelle, was in college at the time and one day she asked me how come I wasn't angry with Nicole. "When she calls, you talk to her. When she asks you for advice, you give it. And when she just needs you to listen to her, you listen. I don't get it. I thought the divorce was her idea."
    "What's there to get?" I said. "The marriage ended. We both got us to this place. What sense would it make to be angry with her? When you're angry, you're only hurting yourself. Life is too short to be carrying grudges. You gotta move on."

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Fred Goldman, faren til Ron (ett av drapsofrene) kjøpte rettighetene til denne boka, og inntektene går til Ron Goldman Foundation for Justice og Nicole Brown Charitable Foundation.

The Mask av Dean Koontz - fascinerende lesing, men ikke den beste av Koontz

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    She frowned. 'What if her parents don't report her missing?'
    'Why wouldn't they?'
    'Well, what if she's a runaway from out of state? Even if her folks did file a missing-persons report back in her hometown, the police here wouldn't necessarily be aware of it.'
    'The last time I looked, runaway kids favored New York City, California, Florida - just about any place besides Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.
    'There's always an excption to any rule.'
    Hannaport laughed softly and shook his head. 'If pessimism were a competitive sport, you'd win the world series.'
    She blinked in surprise, then smiled. 'I'm sorry. I guess I am being excessively gloomy.'

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Hvorfor blir ikke den uskyldige og skjønne jenta meldt savnet?

While You Were Sleeping av Kathryn Croft - rotete familiedrama

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I don't know how I make it home, but somehow I am here, sinking to the floor the second I close the door. My heavy breaths echo through the house, and surely any moment now I will take my last one.
    I left him there. Dead. And now there is no going back, no calling the police, because I have left a crime scene. Nauesa overcomes me and I rush upstairs to the bathroom, only just making it in time. But the panic does not abate.

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Kan man få hukommelsen tilbake?

The Wife Between Us av Greer Hendricks og Sarah Pekkanen - historien var bra nok i seg selv, men ble dessverre ødelagt av for mange forutsigbare og unødvendige twister

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    "Have you seen Richard lately?" I aim for a lighthearted tone, but I fail. My hunger for information about him is transparent.
    "Oh, now and then."
    I wait, but it's clear she doesn't want to reveal more.
    "Well. Did you want to try on that Alaïa?"
    "I should get going. I'll come back another time, darling." But I sense Hillary won't. What she sees before her - the dented button on the Chanel that is two years old, the hairstyle that could benefit from a professional blowout - is a vision Hillary desperately hopes isn't contagious.
    She gives me the briefest of hugs, then begins to leave. But she turns back.
    "If it were me ... " Her brow furrows; she is working through something. Making a decision. "Well, I guess I'd want to know."
    What is coming has the feel of an onrushing train.
    "Richard is engaged." Her voice seems to float toward me from a great distance away. "I'm sorry ... I just thought you might not have heard, and it seemed like ..."
    The roaring in my head suffocates the rest of her words. I nod and back away.

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Ikke mye sjokkerende eller utfordrende med dagens thrillere ...