Book Review: Demon A Memoir

I will first say that I am a little biased. I did a writing workshop with Tosca and found her to be one of the highlights of the 2016 Florida Writers Conference. She is an amazing teacher and gave many invaluable tips on writing. Demon: A Memoir By Tosca Lee Wonderful debut novel. It is a slow burn, a story that digs its fingers into you as you read. It does have a Christian slant but it really didn’t bother me as a reader. I actually enjoyed the POV of creation from the demon. For me the greater themes of choice, unconditional love and hate overshadowed religion and carried the book, as did the relationship between Clay and the demon. This is the first book Continue Reading →

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Last week I was sidetracked by a good cause. Rescuing old books from an uncertain future is a precarious habit given the current state of my bookshelves. There is something about a book, the feel of the pages, the slight imprint of the words, the smell, the binding that all converge into a prized possession even without me having read a word.

 

Books…

Those mystic things With timeless beings And worlds standing still They give my heart a thrill I walk through pages Of all the ages Battling countless foes And sharing in characters’ woes Whether digital, found on a Nook or Kindle  My how my battery does dwindle Or found on a self As if placed there by an elf With hard or paperback in hand I sit or I stand Until I have read I cannot go to bed They catch me with their hooks Those magic things I call books.

Self Professed Book Nerd

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I admit I own more books than I do shoes, clothes and animals, although there may be a healthy debate as to who owns whom on the latter. Books are not mere things. They are the dust collecting chasm of my soul, the pulp on which tree and author have given their lives. In them I live and breathe a different life, as many as I chose. I have always been a dreamer. Diversity thrives in every writer’s words, in sentences that lay them bare. Found in the oddest of characters, settings and plots are rare sparkling gems which gleam with words so clear one rereads them, momentarily pulled from that other world into the something greater which connects us all. Here where the author and universe bleed through even the most clichéd of books has something to tell.

Maybe this is why I write, to capture that feeling which a great book gives once it is read. Fingers caressing that last page, a tinge of remorse at the parting, knowing it is time to say goodbye yet satisfied at having met.