Who’s on my Bookcase: Mira Grant

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Seanan McGuire, AKA Mira Grant; photo by Carol Billingsley

Mira Grant is the pen name for Seanan McGuire. Using both names, she had produced some of the most wonderful books.

Today, we will look at her work under the Mira Grant pen name.

My first experience was at the insistence of a friend of what a good zombie book ‘Feed’ was. I, however, couldn’t sit and read through it due to some of the politics in the book. My brain just couldn’t wrap around it.

I put it down and came back to it at a later day, and BOOM! I was hooked. By that time, the second book in the trilogy was out, ‘Deadline’, so my ravenous eyes devoured that book as well.

Then came the patient wait for ‘Blackout’, the book to close it all together.

Mind you, Ms. Grant is also a pro at the short story/novella style of writing as well. To go along with the Feed trilogy, she also put out the following novellas:

  • Please Do Not Taunt The Octopus
  • The Day The Dead Came To Show And Tell
  • How Green This Land, How Blue This Sea
  • The Last Stand Of The California Browncoats
  • Countdown
  • Apocalypse Scenario #683: The Box

Now, mind you, all these little novellas fall into the Feed universe, so they may intertwine, loop and reveal some details here and there.
This woman has a very unique take on the zombie apocalypse and how it would start. That’s what I love about it…it has an actual, really in-depth reason for the whole ‘dead munching on the living’ scenario. This woman does her homework.

Next comes the Parasite trilogy. Parasite, Symbiont and Chimera. I have made my way through Parasite so far, and love it. I haven’t finished the trilogy yet, but based on the first book, hot damn.

And finally, Mira Grant has a new book out. ‘Into the Drowning Deep’. I really want to get through the Parasite trilogy before I dive into her newest.

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Mira Grant is one of those writers that knows how to hook you with a unique prospective on old topics. She managed to meld zombies, politics and a peak into the future so superbly.

Sadly, I have not read any of the books written under her true name, Seanan McGuire. My best friend has read them and loves them. It’s a huge collection of books, however, and I need more time to work on one name at a time.

I highly recommend the ‘Feed’ trilogy and all the novellas that go with it.

Five huge stars!!!

Happy reading, my darlings!

What’s on my bookcase: Stephen Knight

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Stephen Knight is one of those authors I just happened to stumble over…and it was instant love. I read one of his books on my best friends Kindle and fell in love.

I had to have the book. I tootle on over to his page and BAM! He has a whole series!!! I had to have them all. He actually has two different series, but, me being me, stuck to the zombie series.

What makes Stephens Knight’s zombies in the Gathering Dead series so great, is that some are slow, some are fast…and some remember. That’s right! They have memories of people, loved ones, how to do things like drive (badly) and use weapons.

I was floored by this. And of course, you are going to fall in love with a character only to watch them go out blazing. Or whimpering.

The Last Town was just a series of novellas, but I know see they have been condensed into one book. The Gathering Dead and The Rising Horde, as well as Left with the Dead have also been condensed into an omnibus.

If you love zombie tales, that have a very good grounding in a reality type world, these are the books for you. Great characters and plots. Even those you are meant to hate are written to perfection.

I don’t know what his other series is about, just from titles and cover art, they seem more sci-fi. Not quite my bag.

Another thing that is so great about these books, especially with them being zombie books, is they touch you as a human. It’s not all about zombies, nom, nom, nom, shoot, shoot, shoot. No, these books touch deeper into the lives of the people trying to survive. It nearly had me in tears several times, and that is a pretty heard feat to accomplish.

So, as the weather gets a little cooler, and you want to snuggle up with some good reading material, zombies and people, this is a good series. 10/10 on my scale. Great for reading through October.

I hope you check these books out, and if so, enjoy them as much as I have. I am waiting for more, as the end seeeeemed to be left open for a continuation. But Mr Knight is involved in several other projects, so that remains to be seen.

Happy reading!

Be sweet, my darlings!

My summer vacation…

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Well, I know I just sort of disappeared and fell off the Earth.
I AM BACK!! MWAHAHAHAHA!! ~ahems~

So, where did I go and what have I been doing?

First, I’m sad the Zombie Apocalypse hasn’t happened yet. I’M WAITING!!

My moms and pops traveled all the way up here to sunny, hot and humid Southern Alabama from Guatemala to take care of some important things, such as social security, banking, and renewing their retiree military IDs.
While here, my aunt also came into town, along with her hubby and one of my cousins.

We all had a great time. Can we say POOL PARTIES!!! And, it was my moms birthday while they were here, so that was another celebration!

It was a really great time, and an escape I needed.

I also got myself a gym membership! I adore Planet Fitness.

With all the fun in the sun however, I managed to get myself a bit of sun poisoning. It wasnt too bad, but annoying nonetheless.

My sister also came to visit. We always have a great time when she’s here.

My bestie (LP) and I are plotting world domination…I mean planning on her coming to visit me over here on this side of the States. Beware all.

I managed to catch a cold somehow, and was miserable for a week. Blah. Still recovering.

My furbabies are all doing great. All happy cats.

My daughter is doing AWESOME! She found herself the most AWESOMEST JOB EVER!! She is still doing all her normal paralegal stuff, but she works from home, making a buttload of money. She has only been with the Firm about 3 weeks, but they love her, and she has proven to be a perfect fit. Maybe she will look towards actually going to law school beyond her paralegal degree. A mom can hope.

So, July marks the starts of another Camp NaNoWriMo, and I’ve set myself at a pretty low word count. Short stories once again, sort of like dipping my toes into the waters once again.

I have been sharing some of my ~ahem~ smut stories with a fellow writer friend in my local area. She shared some of hers with me as well. She likes what I’ve got and wants to see more, so that is motivating me quite a bit to publish some of the 13 erotica novels I have, after getting them edited and getting cover designs. My erotica collection will be E-Book only.

November I plan to get back to my roots on the original task of finishing up the continuation of my first published novel. It seems intimidating right now. GRAH.

In my gaming and role play world, I have gone back to my original game, sort of testing the waters there to bring my character back into society once again. And in the other, well, today, actually, I had planned on bringing those characters out of their self-imposed exiles. So, writing will be had, and maybe even a character death. GASP!

How have you all been?? Send me comments, email, what have you…I know its only the 1st of July, but how has everyone been??

Oh, yeah…my broken foot is finally healed…I think…haha. I mean, I havent done anything to break it further. YAY!

The kids

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Also, let me give a shout out to Patricia, who once again has lifted my spirits by sending me a little care package of loot! LOVE ALL THE STUFF!❤

I GOT LOOT!!!

So my lovely friend Patricia sent me a loot box! Oh, so many wonderful little things inside!
Jeffrey decided he wanted in on the pic, so dont mind him. As you can see, there is some really wonderful stuff here. A Nintendo Controller Over Mitt, A Zombie Book, A Game of Thrones Action Figure, A Lootbin Pin, A Space Invaders Figure, A Tea Cup w/Spoon, an Arpon with puppies on it, some hair rollers and Walking Dead ‘Ear’ Soap on a Rope.
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As you can imagine, with what a HUGE fan of Daryl Dixon on TWD I am, the EARS!! ZOMG!! LOVE!
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Now, the oven mitt and Game of Thrones Figure? I barely got the chance to say ‘mine’ when quickly that thought was proven wrong as my daughter-spawn cackled and ran off with them. She is a Game of Thrones nerd. Well, she’s just  a nerd. Period.

Now, Patricia, I gotta ask…the hair rollers? REALLY?!?! WOMAN! You know I had to get all my hair cut off. I AINT GOT NO HAAAAR! lmao. Honestly, I do have a bit on top. What will I do with these rollers? Probably put them in my hair and go to WalMart. Just to see peoples reactions.

So thank you so much, Patricia!!! Everything is so wonderful.

Currently I am enjoying a week of peace. Okay, thats stretching it. I am between courses this week. I am starting a new one and from the looks of it, I am really going to need my brain for it. Just looking at the assignments breaks my brain. ~wails~ WHAT DID YOU PEOPLE LET ME DO THIS?!?! (remember, I warned you all I would regret this ‘continued education thing?) Honestly, its not that bad…so far. >_>

The kittehs are doing well. BaxterMarie isnt really growing any. She’s like a miniature cat. Its adorable, especially next to Jeffrey who is getting rather fat. They have a wonderful bond, too. The groom one another, they rough house, they knock my stuff over. -_-

The child-spawn is well, too, other than stealing my stuff.

The book, while on hold, is still making progress. Sometimes something will come to me out of the blue and it makes for a good chapter or add-on, so I write in all down in a word document. Its nice not having the pressure.

So, that is how things are going in the Zoe world.

~hugs and squishes darlings~

30 Day Challenge: Day 26

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Day 26: What are some little things that make you feel warm and fuzzy?
Oh, a good one, because despite being so anti-people and anti-touch, there are things out there that make me feel all warm and fuzzy.

Of course, cats and kittens top that list.

My coffee.

The sound of waves at the beach, or even the slight ripple of wind across the bay. I love water sounds.

Thunderstorms…lightning, thunder, sideways rain. Tornado and hurricane weather.

The smell of sandalwood.

The smell of the fireplace in the winter.

Pumpkin spice everything.

Fall…more for the smells than anything. People raking up the dead and fallen leaves in their yards and burning them – love that smell.

Zombies. I just get all warm and fuzzy at the hopes of a zombie apocalypse.

Best Buy and Office Depot. Lawdy, I could spend a fortune.

Mens forearms. I dont know what it is about a nice looking set of forearms.

Coming up with an idea for a story or RP and getting it work on it and it just flows from me, from start to finish. RPs especially.

Getting my monthly B-12 injection. Not, not warm and fuzzy, however, it gives me a chance to ask my daughter to kiss my butt, and those moments are precious.

Holding hands. I am not one for the touchy feely stuff, but holding hands is nice.

Sugar cookies, the moist and chewy kind.

Butter cookies with my hot coffee.

Talking to people online and them making you feel better about yourself, your situation and life in general more than people face to face do. I think its because when you express yourself online to someone, you have to put extra effort into it to really convey your sincerity.

Big trucks.

Big trucks with big tires.

When my daughter does things without me asking.

When my daughter is affectionate and lovey with no alterior motive…lol.

Watching the wild life on my property. Deer, turkey, wolves, coyotes, the occasional cow…

30 Day Challenge: Day 24

30 day challenge
Day 24: Seven things that cross your mind a lot
Exactly how far back in the property could I hide a body?

Do I really need just one more cup of coffee?

I think I need one more cup of coffee…

I need to restock in case of a Zombie Apocalypse…

I should get a manual typewriter, plenty of ribbon and paper in for the Zombie Apocalypse, that way I can keep writing…

I wonder just how often he thinks of me…

My swords need to be cleaned and sharpened…

30 Day Challenge: Day 16

30 day challenge

Day 16: If the world were to end tomorrow, what would you do with your remaining time on earth?

If the World Would End Tomorrow?

I think I would hop a plane and go to Guatemala. My mother, father and little sister live here. I haven’t seen my little sister since she was 16, and she is almost 30 now, with two little girls.
They can’t come to the states without jumping through hoops and paying buttloads of money.

I want to meet my nieces, especially my niece Novali. We talk on Skype all the time. I’m her favorite aunt and we’ve never even met face to face. She is funny, animated, oh so talkative. Sometimes she accidentally slips from English to Spanish and I have to wave my hands at her to catch her attention to get her to flip back into English mode.

She loves my hair when it’s purple. I talked with her today and she scrunched up her nose at my half bright red, half black tresses. She thinks I should give it a break and have all black hair, like her. I think I’ll take her up on that. She would be SO thrilled. She loves the weird way I dress sometimes, too. She claims she wants to be like me when she grows up.

On a visit from my mother years ago, I hand painted a ceramic cat for Novali. She keeps it in her special ‘treasure’ box. When it was first given to her, she carried it everywhere. My mom showed it to me recently. Its paint is cracked, its ears are chipped, and it just looks like someone loves the hell out of it.

I also sketched and colored three fairy portraits for her one year. My mother took them back to Guatemala and framed them, but didn’t give them to her right away. They were saving them for her ‘new room’.

They recently remodeled her bedroom. New everything! Paint, furniture, bedding, her own TV. They didn’t let her see her new room until her birthday. When they opened the door she gasped, just audibly gasped and immediately said “Aunt Zoe made those Fairies! OH.Em.Gee. I’m gonna die!” My mother thought it was hilarious, but at the same time kind of bummed because the sweetie kind of overlooked everything else done in the room.

I find it incredible that I can have this bond with this child with whom I’ve never met face to face.

I want to hug this little person and tell her how much I love her.

After Time: A short story

Hello my darlings! Tonight we will have only one story. It was based on a 3 word prompt, and it sort of took on a life of its own. I am seriously considering continuing on with it. For now, I will share what I’ve written thus far. Enjoy!
The 3 words given to work into the story:
1. hospital
2. death
3. Mice

They had made it to the hospital just in time. The sun was just dipping down beneath the horizon.
This was the third hospital, and hopefully this one wasn’t another bust. They prayed. They needed medical supplies, food, and water…anything that could be scavenged. They had to do it quietly, however.
You could only be outside during the daylight hours, so those precious hours were spent traveling from place to place, scavenging, looking for survivors, or running from the more malicious survivors who’d kill you for what you had.
The world had gone to hell.
Oh, no. No nuclear holocaust. No great war. Hell, it wasn’t even zombies or vampires.
No one quite knew what this was.
This…epidemic…when it started…seemed to affect only certain people. Something in their genetic make-up, or blood. Or maybe the chemical balance in their brains. No one was ever able to figure it out. What was known, was that it was an epidemic that was created. For what purpose was a mystery. Whoever created it in their little petri dish died long ago, probably patient one.
Now the afflicted roamed the night. They brought death and despair. And as said, they were not zombie or vampires. Perhaps an odd mix of both. Yes, they would bite you. Eat you. Devour you. But they were not dead. They were alive. It’s just like a switch got turned off in their brains and they became…inhuman.
And this affliction was transmittable. Only through saliva though, not scratches.
Oh, at first it wasn’t, and they thought they could beat this thing and regain control of the world.
It mutated. Somewhere in its travels over the oceans and back it mutated.
Animals were not affected by this…thing. Well, except birds. And that seemed to bring on a devastating loss all on its own. Everywhere the damned birds shit, things died. The vegetation was dying. No vegetation meant no bigger herbivores to hunt and sustain human life.
The dead or dying wasn’t touched by anything either. Worms and flies. Rats and mice. Their little noses told them ‘no, you don’t want to eat this’.
Rumors circulated around that people were starting to cannibalize other people up in the northern country. These…things…didn’t seem to like the cold much, so a lot of people moved north. The cold weather may have protected them from these things, but not from their fellow man and starvation.
Medical supplies were the currency of the realm. If you could get enough good stuff, you could bargain your way into a small group. It was always best to be in a group.
It may sound cruel, but it was always safest to get into a group with older people and young children. Those whose bodies had been weakened from malnutrition and the harshness of the times.
The strong prey on the weak. These…things…didn’t like to have to work overly hard for their meal.
The world was really cruel now. The weak were sacrificed.
Some people tried to get into the CDC’s and whatnot. It was heard that some had actually made it. That was in the beginning though.
They didn’t know if anyone was still working on figuring things out in the CDC’s and World Health Organizations. They didn’t know if any of them were still alive.
The power grids were out pretty much everywhere. No phones, no cellphones, no TV. Some people did have CB radios and walkie talkies, but they were good for any distance.
They didn’t have either. They were a small group. It was just the five of them. They were going from hospital to hospital, clinic to clinic, searching for anything they could get. They did have motorcycles, one of them having a small box like trailer to it to carry things. They were hoping to find a small community with fences or some sort of alarm and warning system.
They’d been in a group before. They had been attacked. After that, they found another group to live with, but that group didn’t have good judgement. Others came, joined, and turned on them. Stealing all the food and supplies, doing horrible things to their fellow survivors.
They thought if after this supply run, maybe they could find their own place, just the five of them. It was risking, being such a small group, but it had its advantages, too.
With some luck, they found plenty in this particular hospital. Apparently no one else had raided it because it was burned out on one side. People probably thought there was nothing salvageable.
But they were in luck. In the cafeteria there were loads of canned goods and dried pastas. In the medical wards there were all the supplies one could hope for. Medications, pain killers, bandages…just…everything.
They whispered together about maybe trying to fortify this place. Not leave. Make it a home for the five of them. They knew one another well. They trusted one another. It could work.
They went back to the cafeteria and fortified it. They’d spend a few days here. Talk things over, come to a decision.
They couldn’t hear the moans and scuffling of feet in the parking garage. And none thought to look there.

And the fun never stops…

The following photos are of my truck. I loved my truck dearly. Rest assured, I am fine!! Just to be clear.
My poor truck is totalled though. The back tires were balding, and it had rained and the truck hydroplaned, hit a curb and flipped.
Thankfully I keep full coverage, and I will be able to find a replacement. But, yanno how you have that vehicle that just instantly fit you? Thats what I had with my Beast.
RIP my big green beast.
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Pure Laziness

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Last night was way un-productive. I found myself on Netflix again. World War Z. I had to get a zombie fix.
And today, things just aren’t looking too bright. Even though I went to bed at a decent hour, I feel utterly run through. I got up, got dressed, gathered my things, went to the coffee shop…then went through the drive-thru, ordered and came home. I have no desire to do anything. I’m tired, and a little cranky.
So, I think I will sit here with fat-cat today. She needs some mommy time, I think.
This crazy weather we’re having may have me in my weird mood. I mean, its been getting into the 60s during the day, but at night its cold, dropping into the 20-30 degree range.
Hey, I know, I shouldn’t complain…but this is the South…anything under 65 degrees is just uncalled for.
There’s a reason I love living in the South, and that’s the mild winters. This one is mild, but a little screwy.
And I just cant get over how tired I am. I can not seem to wake up and perk up.
After reading someone elses blog regarding February’s NaBloPoMo, I think I’ve decided not to participate for the month. I’ve done it every month since November. I’ll still cross post anything I put here over to there, but I’m not going to work so hard to post every day. I’ve been stressing too much on that little subject, and you shouldn’t stress over something like making a daily blog post. I have a book that needs writing. My focus needs to go there.
Not that I wont bedazzle you all with my brilliance and blunders! Never fear!