Sometimes I think memories are like ghosts. They're waiting around a corner or lurking in the mist. You catch them or they catch you, and you're surprised by how powerful they are.
Just finished Boy Proof by (Miss) Cecil Castellucci (Candlewick, 2005) and Dancing In Red Shoes Will Kill You by Dorian Cirrone (HarperCollins, 2005) both of which would appeal to spooky fans, each for a different reason. More on that soon.
Must clean the house right now! GG arrives tommorrow for TLA (other authors also incoming; am B&B Cyn this week).
