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Friday, December 4

Dead Air by Deborah Shlian and Linda Reid


    There is something diabolical and sinister lurking in the halls and secret labs of Ellsford University. Secrets that must be kept at any cost.
    ~~ A Geek Girl Book Review ~~


    Dead Air by Deborah Shlian and Linda Reid

    Ellsford University holds many secrets within its austere walls. Macabre murder, suicidal students and one radio journalist who threatens to bring down the institution, if her own dark secrets don't destroy her first.

    A good mystery is a work of art. By its very nature it must be. Plots, subplots, characters. All must be interwoven just so to draw the reader in. Any failure on one front will cause the entire work to unravel, leaving the reader feeling disappointed, cheated. If the writer is too elaborate the work will not flow naturally, leaving the reader feeling overwhelmed and confused.

    Dead Air by Deborah Shlian and Linda Reid finds that perfect balance, engaging the reader, yet taking the time to build upon itself. It draws you in, but leaves just enough distance to allow for objectivity. An omniscient viewpoint that gives the book a web like feeling as the reader becomes aware of events happening on campus and the characters are left to play catch up. The layers create an intricate groundwork that adds to the anticipation and makes the novel a fast read.

    From the opening pages Dead Air begins to weave its magic with an elegant prose that wraps its fingers around your mind, refusing to let go. You find yourself compelled by the writer's language, no matter how macabre the subject matter.

    The first campus death is a suicide, a young man who decides to take a high dive off a low clock tower, but it's the writing that strikes you. Not a grisly death scene, a tantalizing tease that leaves you hungry for more.

    "He'd been sitting there, feet dangling over the precipice of the university clock tower for nearly twenty minutes, not clear how he got there or why. But then he hadn't been certain of much since—since when? He wasn't sure. He couldn't seem to remember anything except the recurrent nightmares. Tormenting him. Invading his thoughts. He'd hardly slept at all in two weeks."

    I had a feeling of anticipation as I began reading Dead Air. The information I had received beforehand was fascinating. A dead Professor, disappearing students, a student radio journalist whose own dark past threatens to destroy her as she delves deeper into her investigation.

    That information was actually a bit deceiving. There's so much more to this book than the expurgated synopsis let on. The authors both have backgrounds as university medical directors and researchers, that should have been my first clue that this was not going to be your run-of-the-mill murder mystery. I haven't been this rocked by a book since reading Coma by Robin Cook.

    Sammy Greene is a red-headed spitfire, a Junior at Ellsford University, and a native New Yorker who's turning the University and the little town of St. Charlesbury on its ear with her popular, controversial radio talk show called The Hot Line. This seems to make her a threat to the establishment and a magnet for the religious nutjobs who have made the University and its medical experiments the focal point of their protests. When Sammy sets out to do an expose called 'The Death of Education', examining the supposed suicide of a prominent Professor, she finds more questions than answers. It seems that Ellsford has a problem with suicide. Suicide amongst the staff and the student body. And it's a problem that's growing. As the bodies start to pile up the University wheels begin to turn in the direction of self preservation.

    And Sammy has secrets of her own. On the outside she's a tough kid with a thick skin who doesn't back down from a challenge, but there is an underlying fragility that threatens to break her. She can't escape her past or the voices in her own head that have been re-awakened by her research.

    At times it's difficult to distinguish between the roles of protagonist and antagonist. For instance, the powerful, evangelical figurehead who holds sway over the town and many of the University students. His unfocused vitriol leaves one wondering exactly whom the target really is. However, even this seems to work in the authors' favor. Another loose cannon whose next move is unpredictable. Can he become a trusted ally or is he simply another dark cog in Ellsford's murderous machinery?

    There are several foreshadowing events that occur early on, but you shouldn't get too comfortable thinking that you have it all figured out. You'll find that this story weaves in and out and it will shake up anyone going in with preconceived notions. The tension builds as Sammy realizes the magnitude of skeletons in Ellsford's closets. Students begin to disappear and Sammy soon finds herself in a race for her life. As her situation becomes more desperate she struggles to discern friend from foe in a world full of deception and danger.

    The authors call this 'A Sammy Greene Thriller' leaving the impression that there are more to come in a series. I hope so. They've done for academia what Patricia Cornwell did for forensic science.

    This is a great book for anyone who enjoys reading thrillers and mysteries. The release date is set for December 7th but I'd definitely recommend pre-ordering a copy for anyone who has an avid reader on their holiday shopping list. This book is sure to be in high demand this season.



    Book Review: Dead Air by Deborah Shlian and Linda Reid was originally published on Blogcritics on Nov. 23, 2009.

        Thursday, November 19

        HNT Writing Geek

        blogging,writing

          I've been writing all week. Every spare minute. All geek.
          The little mouse on the wheel in my brain has packed his cheese and left a note that says 'Gone Fishing'.

          It's good to be home again.

          Happy HNT.
          See the man, Os


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          HNT themes for December:
          Thursday, Dec. 17th will be the Christmas HNT
          Thursday, Dec. 24th will be the Three Christmas Wishes HNT
          Thursday, Dec. 31st will be your Year's Favorite HNT



            Currently Reading: I'm working on my latest book review for Blogcritics. Dead Air by Deborah Shlian and Linda Reid ~ due for release in December.

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              Saturday, November 14

              Logos

              words meanings

                Halfway through shaving it came–
                the word for a poem.
                I should have scribbled it
                on the mirror with a soapy finger,

                Gone Forever ~~ Barriss Mills

                Lately it seems as if words have lost their meaning. Where once there was a wealth, seemingly endless, now there is a dearth. I feel empty. Exhausted.

                Mnemosyne has cradled my head and brought me back to places past. Places which I have no desire to revisit. I wake up in the middle of the night to whispered words, the voice my own. Yet they will not stay with me. I force them from my mouth again and again, as if speaking them aloud will transform them into something substantial, some form that I can retrieve in the morning's light. But this is an exercise in futility. What I have left, the gossamer remnants, are scattered on random slips of paper that I leave where they fall.

                I find them later and wonder why.

                Her memories have been lost in death.
                I mourn for them.


                My blood runs, thick as stones

                The mind's eye is deceitful.
                It shows us a face we can live with.


                Perhaps I just need rest.
                so that we may sleep... when sleep will have us

                I have no choice. I can never connect the psyche and the logos in this state.

                I will sleep
                when the last star
                has lost its light
                and my love is
                wrapped around me
                Like my own skin


                Let me tell you this once
                (I will not be able to say it again):
                I have lost the meaning of words.
                Heavy, they ripped
                away from the sounds,
                fell into cracked ground.

                Naming ~~ Nancy Mair


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                  Thursday, November 12

                  HNT Over The Knee Boots


                    charlotte russe sexy boots


                      There's nothing sexier than over-the-knee boots with a short skirt. These are plain suede slouch boots, but boots with buckles would work just as well.

                      You can dress up a work outfit with boots as well. Thanks to the fashion industry's love of retro, leggings are going to be hot this season. And boots with a long coat are a perfect way to dress them up.

                      Happy HNT!

                      PS. Thanks to my mom for the new blog name.
                      We'll see how long it lasts.

                      See the man, OS.

                      Over-the-knee suede boots in red.
                      Hot!


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                        Wednesday, November 4

                        I had three Blended Threats last night

                        and my head is just killing me...



                            I've been thinking about starting a geek bar for a long time.
                            I think the first drink I want to create will be called a 'Blended Threat'.

                            Now for the ingredients?
                            Hmmmmmmmmmmm

                              Thursday, October 29

                              HNT Halloween

                              I'm getting ready for Halloween. Nice Pink hair.

                              halloween pink hair

                              The Masque of the Red Death
                              "And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall."
                              ~~ Edgar Allen Poe

                              Scary stuff, no?


                              Happy Halloween to you all.
                              See the man, Os

                              Friday, October 16

                              Shakespeare for Telemarketers

                              Featured Blog: Fizzle and Pop

                              Collin is one of my oldest blogging buddies. We also worked together on the Fizzle and Pop Writing Forum a few years ago. A project that was a blast to be a part of, but extremely time consuming to moderate -- it ended with a fizzle and no pop.

                              That may have been my fault. I was moderating at the time and the last writing challenge ended with people wondering in comments if I was dead. And I was. Okay. No I wasn't. But don't tell them that. They might want their burial donations back.

                              So we never got to the voting stage on the last challenge. And now the writing forum stands as a memorial to the community of brilliant, witty writers who once played there. We may still have links on sites like a Harley Davidson shop who apparently thought their visitors would like the Motorcycles Vs Carousel Horses discussion. And the pet store who must have thought that when Collin wrote about 'petting his chinchilla' he actually meant a real chinchilla. I'm sure their visitors must get a kick out of it when they read and realize what he was actually talking about. Unfortunately this has become a Members Only section with a note from Collin:
                              These are games that are open to members only.
                              Because they're dirty and stuff.
                              The games.
                              Not the members.

                              I told you he was funny.

                              I was reading a post on the beefjerky blog on 101 Creative Ways to deal with telemarketers.
                              * Tell them you have that stuff for sale that they've always wanted, but this time it's gonna cost them. If they ask what stuff, tell them 'you know the stuff i'm talking about'

                              That made me laugh.

                              Then I read The Job Search Continues by Collin...

                              I came across a posting for "Phone Actors & Actresses"... I'm thinking "Sex Line." That, or perhaps they call up people and do Macbeth at them until they're paid to stop.

                              *ring*ring*

                              "Hello?"

                              "And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's In deepest consequence."

                              *click*


                              I thought to myself that perhaps if you combine the two...
                              Shakespeare For Telemarketers.

                              William Shakespeare

                              You might actually have a real solution to the telemarketer problem. I would recommend that you memorize some Richard III and recite it in a loud, obnoxious, Shakespearean voice. Think Lawrence Olivier... only louder and roll your rrrrrrrrrs longer.

                              Foul devil, for God's sake, hence, and trouble us not;
                              For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell,
                              Fill'd it with cursing cries and deep exclaims.
                              If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds,
                              Behold this pattern of thy butcheries
                              ...

                              Do not be detered from your speech no matter what they say on the other end of the line. This is war! You must bring them to their knees.


                              I hope you enjoy a visit to Collin's blog.
                              He's a brilliant, witty writer.