When I was a kid growing up, living with my parents, watching television a lot, there were two people who established in my brain the importance of the director. 309 more words
Expect to see this one again next Halloween. Alfred Hitchcock presents: Stories That Scared Even Me.
I picked this up on a whim because I’m a sucker for creepy short stories, particularly those from the 1950’s and 1960’s. 165 more words
I’ve realized something about my taste in books that are often categorized as “creature features.” You know the type: werewolves, vampires, zombies … monsters that have been represented in thousands of works, to the point that their very presence screams cliche despite even the best novelist’s attempts to do something “different.” But how different can you really be when treating a trope that is as familiar to people as Mickey Mouse? 206 more words