So, hey, how was that 20 hour trip from Ireland to Seattle?
Well, it was 20 hours, so, well, not so good, but there are worse places to end up than Seattle, especially a Seattle where, for once, it doesn't seem to be raining on me. Not that it ever rained on me personally in Seattle, by which I mean that I wasn't the only one walking around with a cloud over his head while everyone else basked in sunshine, but it does tend to be a bit damp, and given that Dublin has experienced its worst rainfall in a century, and I spent Monday night using a bucket to keep filthy water out of our basement, well, an absence of rain is rather nice...
Gosh, that was a long sentence, wasn't it? Nice punctuation, though.
Still, once again in Seattle, the Seattle Mystery Bookshop has done me proud: lots of books, lots of nice people to greet, and cookies and caramels cooked by the very kind Gina. And, hey, so what if the staff like to keep me grounded, and maybe I don't get the kind of fawning that a man of my considerable ego might desire. That's good, right?
And I'll be back to them, of course.
Not anytime soon, but I'll be back...
Seriously, lovely people. Just don't show them any signs of weakness. They'll be on you like wolves...
Halloween isn't the only scary thing these days. So's the traffic.
With the Viaduct closed, traffic downtown is a mess. Want to avoid it? Stay and shop. While the Viaduct is closed, we'll stay open on weekdays 'til 6pm. Let the traffic clear and let everyone else sit in the lines of cars. Come in after work and relax.
The leaves are falling, the wind is picking up and has that special chill in the air, and pumpkins are being turned into fearsome sights. It's the perfect time for a ghost story!
Arthur Kipps is a young solicitor in London sometime during the turn of the last century. He's studious and hardworking, and he is chosen to go to Crythin Gifford, specifically to attend to the affairs of the late Mrs. Alice Drablow of Eel Marsh House. While the house is remote and deserted, Arthur is certain he is up to the task. What his is unprepared for are the happenings in the nursery, the movements behind empty windows, the attitude of the townsfolk. And then there's the sound of the pony and trap in the fog.
Published by Vintage Books, at $14.00, this slender volume packs a full measure of classic ghostly creepiness. I've been a fan of Susan Hill's for quite some time now, and her ghost stories have always captivated me. She weaves a tale filled with memorable characters and compelling imagery. In fact, the story is so brilliantly done that in February of next year, The Woman in Black comes to the big screen, with Daniel Radcliffe in the role of Arthur, which I think is absolutely brilliant casting.