I Who Have Never Known Men av Jacqueline Harpman - ikke noe spesielt

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    'But will talking teach us anything about what we're

doing here? You have no more idea than I do or any of the

rest of us do.' 

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I Who Have Never Known Men fikk mye oppmerksomhet i fjor, spesielt på Goodreads. Godt mulig fordi boka fylte tretti år, eller var det en annen grunn?

We Used to Live Here av Marcus Kliewer - lovende start, men seigt mot slutten

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    Thomas shook his head. "We've long overstayed our time limit, kiddo."

He motioned his family toward the foyer. But as they filed out, he lingered

behind, hands in his pockets, eyes still on the basement door. 

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Er det bedre å åpne døra, eller late som man ikke er hjemme?

Ragnarok av A.S. Byatt - som å lese kjedelig pensum

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    They went so relentlessly fast, the thin child saw 

and understod,, because they lived in perpetual 

fear. Behind the sun, behind the moon, were wolves

stretched out in full gallop, their hackles bristling,

their tongues lolling, untiring, as wolves are in

pursuit, waiting for their prey to falter or stumble.

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En annerledes bok om andre verdenskrig.

The Silent Companions av Laura Purcell - ypperlig gotisk stemning, men det ble aldri helt skremmende

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     The darkness was absolute - her eyes refused to adjust.

It wasn't like London; there were no streetlamps outsie.

She was forced to inch along, feeling her way forwards.

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Det har vært få bøker å like i det siste. Det går lenger og lenger tid mellom godbitene, men heldigvis var ikke denne så verst.

Do You Dream of Terra-Two? av Temi Oh - ikke forvent mye science fiction

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     'I mean, probably not. It could suggest that a viral infection

is coming on. So they'll probably keep him in the sanatorium 

until T-minus twelve, and monitor him just to make sure he can

fly tomorrow.' Poppy's brow furrowed. 'He'll probably be fine,

though,,' Juno added.

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En slik avreise skjer uten dramatikk, eller?

The Toll House av Carly Reagon - stemningsfull hus med mørk bakgrunnshistorie

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     I'm jolted awake. There is a noise I cannot quite catch. My 

heart thuds, my throat runs dry. I pull myself to my knees,

listening to the sounds of the house, the mice scratching in the

hallway, the wind curling its way through the letterbox.

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The Toll House av Carly Reagon er horror som ble utgitt i fjor. Det er ikke en av horror bøkene som er blitt mest markedsført, derfor er det deilig å komme over noen anynome bøker også noen ganger. Synes det er mer spennende når man kommer over noe mer tilfeldig.

Løpe ulv av Kerstin Ekman - noe småtamt levert, men spennende tema

Eksemplar fra Aschehoug, mot en ærlig anmeldelse

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     Det er grusomt, sa Inga lavt.

    Nei, det er instinkt. I Norge har de sauene i løsdrift,

og da kan ulven bare ta ett dyr, for de andre sprer seg

raskt.

    Var det ulv?

    Ja, det var ulvespor i blodet under bakparten på

søya.

    Fotograferte du det?

    Nei.

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Jeg har ikke leste mange bøker av Kerstin Ekman, men Løpe ulv var en av bøkene som fristet mest i høst.

The Book of Accidents av Chuck Wendig - ingen typisk horror om vanlig hjemsøkelse

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     "Cool, cool," Jake said. "You live around here?"

    "Like - yeah, couple miles that way."

    "Right. I'm the other direction. You know Emerald Acres? The

trailer park?"

    "Sure," Oliver lied. He didn't know why he lied about that. It was

like laughing at a joke you didn't understand - just a thing people

did.

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The Book of Accidents er cosmic horror som ble utgitt i fjor. Cosmic horror er relativt et "nytt" begrep, også kalt Lovecraftian horror, som er oppkalt etter nettopp H.P. Lovecraft. Cosmic horror legger mer vekt på det ubegripelige og ukjente fremfor blod, gørr og sjokkfaktor.

Wide Sargasso Sea av Jean Rhys - bli bedre kjent med kvinnen på loftet

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     There was no one in the house and only two candles in the room

which had been so brilliantly lit. Her room was dim, with a shaded

candle by the be and another on the dressing-table. There was a 

bottle of wine on the round table. It was very late when I poured out

two glasses and told her to drink to our happiness, to our love and the

day without end which would be tomorrow. I was young then. A short

youth mine was.

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Wide Sargasso Sea er nok en bok jeg vanligvis ikke ville ha lest, hvis det ikke hadde vært for samlesing. Som tidligere student i allmenn litteraturvitenskap, burde jeg ha brydd meg mer om klassisk litteratur, og har jo lest noen. Noen romaner, men mest klassiske horror bøker.

House of Leaves av Mark Z. Danielewski - en ubeskrivelig, men stilig kultbok

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     Karen and the children a mere blur racing down the staircase, the

pointillism of their pets' paw prints caught on the dew covered lawn, or the

house itself, an indefinite shimmer, sitting quietly on the corner of Succoth

and Ash Tree Lane, bathed in the afternoon light.

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House of Leaves. Bare tittelen gir meg skrivevegring. Ikke fordi det er en dårlig bok. Jeg likte den veldig godt, men det er bare ikke den enkleste boka å skrive om.

The Other Emily av Dean Koontz - en stille psykologisk thriller om å leve i uvisshet

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     David was loath to allow this man to covet Emily. He felt as

though he was betraying her, and he was certainly using her image

to inveigle this brutal rapist, this murdering beast, to at last speak

what truth he might know about her.

    "Tell me, Ronny. Do the right thing. It won't cost you any-

thing to tell me. Is this woman one of the fourteen bodies you've

hidden?"

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Dean Koontz er i skrivende stund 75 år og holder seg godt på mange måter. The Other Emily ble utgitt i mars i år. 

The Unquiet House av Alison Littlewood - svært uengasjerende fortellerstemme

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     Emma froze. Dreaming or not, now she did feel cold. There

was another presence in the hallway below; she could sense

hostility. She could almost hear them breathe. And then the 

words came again, so clearly they might have been spoken next

to her ear:

    Get out.

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394 sider er ikke mange sider, men det føles tungt når boka ikke byr på annet enn kjedsomhet.

The Way of Kings Part One av Brandon Sanderson - komplisert handling

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     ' I saw others of your kind,' Kaladin said idly.

    'Others? she asked, taking the form of a young woman. She began to

step around him in the air, spinning occasionally, dancing to some unheard

beat.

    'Windspren,' Kaladin said. ' Chasing after the storm. Are you certain

you don't want go with them?'

    She glanced westward, longingly. 'No,' she finally said, continuing her

dance. 'I like it here.'

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I det siste har jeg fått et anstrengt forhold til fantasy. Ikke all fantasy, da, men den avanserte varianten som high fantasy og episk fantasy. Der kan beskrivelsene bli vel mye å forholde seg til, og forstår det mer som film og Tv-serie enn i bokformat. I bokformat roter man seg gjerne bort, og det skjedde med denne.

The Institute av Stephen King - treg start erstattet av forrykende suspense

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    He sat up, looked around, and at first thought this was another dream. It was his room - same blue wallpaper, same posters, same bureau with his Little League trophy on it - but where was the window? His window looking out at Rolf's house was gone.

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King begynner riktignok å dra på årene, men han skriver like mye, og han imponerer fremdeles.

The Blind Assassin av Margaret Atwood - spennende start, men dabber fort av

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    Thus my mother and father. How could either of them atone to the other for having changed so much? For failing to be what was expected. How could there not be grudges? Grudges held silently  and unjustly, because there was nobody to blame, or nobody you could put your finger on. The war was not a person. Why blame a hurricane?

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Kanskje ikke den første boka jeg burde begynne med av Margaret Atwood ... 

The Darkness Within av Lisa Stone - mørk og dyster krim som stiller interessante spørsmål

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    It crossed her mind to run after him but what good would that do? It was likely to make him more angry and she couldn't physically stop him from going. She wished she could pick him up, put him in the car and take him home as if he were a child. Perhaps she was being overprotective, although she was sure the doctor hadn't meant this when he'd said he could start regaining his independence by driving a little. Fearing for his safety, she returned to the car to call Andrew for advice. He'd know what to do.

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Hva gjør man når et kjært familiemedlem forandrer seg til det verre?

The Stranger Diaries av Elly Griffiths - gotisk thriller med god driv

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    'What about Clare Cassidy?' I say.
    He stopped fidgeting and went suddenly completely still. 'What about Clare?'
    'What's your relationship with Clare?'
    'We're colleagues, friends. That's all.'
    'She's a good-looking woman,' said Neil, all laddish chumminess.
    'Is she? Yes, I suppose she is.'
    'Ella Elphick too.'
    'Yes.'
    'What will Clare say if we ask her about your relationship with Ella?" I said
    Rick seemed to control his voice with an effort. 'She'll say we were friends because that's the truth.'
    He wouldn't budge after that. It was frustrating but it's a long game. We told him he was free to go.

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Sikker på at det er bare du som skriver i dagboken din?

The Bell Jar av Sylvia Plath - å være "innestengt" i en glassklokke ...

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    "Hello?"
    "Jay Cee here," Jay Cee rapped out with brutal promptitude. "I wonder if you happened to be planning to come into the office today?"
    I sank down into the sheets. I couldn't understand why Jay Cee thought I'd be coming into the office. We had these mimeographed  schedule cards so we could keep track of all our activities, and we spent a lot of mornings and afternoons away from the office going to affairs in town. Of course, some of the affairs were optional.

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Har prøvd å skrive denne anmeldelsen opptil flere ganger, men det bare låser seg. Fordi dette er en veldig sterk og dyster bok. Enkelte bøker er nesten umulig å beskrive på en ærbar måte.

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.

Good Morning, Midnight av Lily Brooks-Dalton - nesten poetisk om ensomhet og katastrofe ...

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    She sighed, dissatisfied.
    "Not what you wanted to hear?" he asked, mouth curved in a wistful smile, sadness lurking in the shadow beneath his eyes.
    "It's not that. It's just - it's hard."
    He nodded. "I know," he said. "But you are a scientist. You understand how this works. We study the universe in order to know; yet in the end the only thing we truly know is that all things end - all but death and time. It's difficult to be reminded of that." - he patted her hand where it lay on the table - "but it's harder to forget."

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Science fiction er avanserte greier ...