• Bridge Ladies

    Bridge Ladies Sometimes I think a meteor could strike the earth and wipe out mankind with the exception of my mother’s Bridge club — Roz, Bea, Bette, Rhoda, and Jackie — five Jewish octogenarians who continue to gather for lunch and Bridge on Mondays as they have for over fifty years. When I set out to learn about the women behind the matching outfits and accessories, I never expected to fall in love with them. This is the story of the ladies, their game, and most of all the ragged path that led me back to my mother.
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I Know If You’re Haunting Me I Must Be Haunting You

TWO MORE DAYS LEFT to win a copy of THE BARTER by Siobhan Adcock. What was the scariest book you’ve ever read and why? Giving away first, second and third prizes.

9 Responses

  1. scariest book? Probably In Cold Blood, because it was all true. And so very, very well written. Spooky!

  2. Scariest book for me: Portrait of a Lady by Henry James…an intricate psychological non-thriller about the objectification and capture of a bright young woman by a cold-hearted collector and his pimp, the unforgettable Madame Merle. The walls of a gilded cage inexorably moving inward, having grown spikes. Light’s out: nightmares.

  3. The Haunting of Hill House, by Shirley Jackson. Creepy, and she understood that it’s not necessary to be explicit to be terrifying. Quite the opposite. Leaving it to the reader’s imagination allows one to access one’s own deepest anxieties.

  4. The Fountainhead, when I was fourteen — because it forced me to think more critically about everything!

  5. Hands down The Bible. Best marketing job ever. Written by God? WTF

  6. Carrie by Stephen King. Because there’s few things more scary than mean teenagers and high school.

  7. The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein

    It wasn’t particularly scary when I read it as a kid but now that I’m a mother, it terrifies me. The boy was a selfish, egomaniac and I swore I’d never resemble him. I never would have guessed I’d turn out to be the tree.

  8. Pet Sematary, wherein a man goes mad after watching his two year-old get run down by a semi, because there is nothing as genuinely horrifying to me as grief.

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