2016 sucked. We all know it, and I think everyone who lived through it has something dismal to share that isn’t only about the holes in the fabric of humanity that David Bowie and Leonard Cohen’s passings left (or the celebs of your choice). Closer to home, my pet rat died in January (he was … More What I Read: 2016 Edition
I didn’t write a What I Read: 2014 Edition in December, because I was run ragged after my winter finals, working, and trying to get back into a writing routine since returning to school, so I’m writing a mini-Edition now. My last year in this program starts this week, and I didn’t want the entire … More What I Read: Summer 2015 Edition
The following is an excerpt from DEAD RINGER, now available for pre-order and on sale September 23. Copyright © 2014, Jessica Marting. The smell of something burning dragged Livvy out of her tattered gardening magazine. Setting it aside, she saw curls of smoke lazily creep under her bedroom door. Her heart rose in her … More DEAD RINGER excerpt
I’d apologize for dropping off the face of the blogosphere again, but…oh, hell. I apologize for dropping off the face of the blogosphere. I don’t have an excuse. I’m much more active on Twitter, I swear. Follow me for book updates, Simpsons quotes, and musings about makeup and recipes. As you can see from … More Where are you going, where have you been?
I’ve mentioned before that I keep track of all the books I read, and until last year I posted a list of my favourites from each month. I’ve also posted that I’m bad at reviewing things, which is one of the reasons I stopped that monthly feature. But listing my favourites once a year is … More What I Read: 2013 Edition
(Originally titled “Performance Anxiety” but I changed it because snickering.) I am not a performer. I don’t enjoy the spotlight. I’m not even a particularly eloquent speaker: I talk too fast at the best of times and I stammer when I meet someone new or when I’m nervous. I possess just enough coordination so I … More Fright
I’ve mentioned Flowers in the Attic here before, and … I’m doing it again. Like most women born before, say, 1986 (in our day, we didn’t have Internet smut), I read a tattered copy when I was in junior high, loaned to me by a classmate who needed it back in two days or less … More Wilted, rotting, and sticking to the vase