2 posts tagged “jack-o-lantern”

I have begun this post half a dozen times, but never seem to be able to finish it...however, both Anne's roarsome post on the FF Blog and the rather late date have convinced me to just get my scheiße together and post!


In case you couldn't tell, that is me reading this month's Fred Flare Book Club pick, Promise Not To Tell, to my jack o' lantern (who, due to the delayed nature of this post, is already a mushy, moldy heap in the compost).

Yes, I am getting rather into it. And yes, I do have french braids in, like the girl on the cover. Yes, I did just realize that now.

Promise Not To Tell is really a rather thrilling read, all spooky and mysterious — quite different from last month's, The Perks of Being a Wallflower. As soon as I got it (yes, over a month ago...sorry, peeps, I know I've been as flaky as a cherry pie) I sat down and started reading, and I did not stop until I finished! I just had to know what was coming next. I am not the only one who felt this way, Keith and Jen (watch out on loading Jen's post...it is terrifying) were also drawn in to the story...though I don't think they quite made it through in one fell swoop.

The way the book is structured is that it has pretty much two storylines: the present day, and some years (can't recall exactly, and I haven't my book in front of me) in the past. The past storyline tells of Del Griswald, a.k.a. The Potato Girl, whose brutal, mysterious murder left its mark on the small town and those who knew her. The present day storyline begins with another murder of a young girl, so like that of Del, that leads the town to whispering. The Potato Girl's presence looms large in the collective conscious, and connections begin being made, whether they are valid or not.

The narrator is someone who knew Del as a child and left the town when she grew up, returning just in time for the for the second girl's murder. We see things through her eyes as she struggles to figure out what is going on now, what truly happened all those years ago, and what it all means for her and those she loves.

It is quite an excellent book, and will definitely keep you guessing and surprised, not to mention creeped the heck out! Pick up a copy at your local library, independent bookstore, or at Fred Flare.com

My pun'king got tired of my lame azz read-aloud skillz and made me let him read it himself. Loser.

Literaturally yours,
Charlotte

Not exactly the most flattering photo of Hanna and I, but it's the only one I have ATM of us in our Halloween costumes! Hanna was a Goth (and looked smashing in my Freshman prom outfit) whilst I was a dead princess (in my other beloved Fred Flare Britney wig!). I very nearly wore this HUGE pink dress that I bought at this store called "Junk" in NYC (downstairs from Buffalo Exchange). It was a bit rather too small (I bought it Sophomore year and haven't worn it since), which was a pity, because, had I worn it, I would have had an almost 100% Brooklyn costume (dress + FF wig!). Shucks.

I adore this dress that Heather bought me for camp, though, so that was OK. Plus it is super-comfortable, which is a MAJOR plus when you are tromping about in it all night.

I have decided that I am super good at making myself look inside-dead, but not so much outside-in-the-dark dead. Which is weird because I'm less-than subtle at normal makeup (hey, I never learnt properly), but when I'm layering on the purple and pink and brown and yellow and green and white and making shadows and stuff I am loathe to go "overboard," even when "overboard" is exactly what is needed. ::sigh:: It still looked OK, though, I reckon!

We had a super-fun time trick-or-treating, and got heaps of candy, even though we didn't go the whole route! ::loves candy:: When we were driving around (yes, you have to drive to go trick-or-treating here) there were gazillions of pumpkins smashed in the road, which made me really glad that we live off the main road, so my lovingly carved (ha! you shoulda seen me hacking at that thing...pumpkin carving is so not my talent) jack o' lantern was safe.

Here is a picture of it, taken....Sunday!

Yep, I'm all about the traditional face. Eeew I just realized that you can already see the mold in that picture. You should see it now, it's truly horrendous. Almost as horrendous as my roots...omg. Never fear, my dye should be arriving soon, I have a 4 day weekend starting tomorrow, so by this time next week at the absolute latest I shall be flaunting ultra-violet locks. I hope. ::crosses fingers::

Violet, iolet, iolet, iolet,
Charlotte