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Author: ‘Memory Bound’ Book Birthday📖👻

Happy one year (belated) birthday to my first self-published novel, Memory Bound. It’s currently holding at three, five star perfect reviews. Won’t you give it a read and meet Anne? Details are below. 🥳

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Cheers!

Memory Bound is available through Amazon both as a hard print and also as an ebook. If you have Kindle Unlimited, the novel is free (currently) through that service as well.

Memory Bound is my first published novel, published through my own platform–Peregrine Arc. It’s a horror novel with lots of layers, walks through the woods and thoughts on society. If you give it a read, I’d love to hear your thoughts below or in a review on Amazon. Thank you.

Back of Book:

There was something about a grand neglected house that didn’t bode well for visitors. It wanted retribution for its fall…

Anne Ditchfield is a woman of sound mind and morals, living a life warped by schizophrenia and fatigued by modern life drudgery and routines of survival. As an early retirement gift, Anne buys Myron-a historical mansion she plans to renovate as she continues her healing journey. Notices of a missing, local girl arrive soon after and Anne finds herself visited by police officers, roped into investigations and targeted by those claiming to still serve the Myron family. Will Anne be able to determine reality from fiction and figure out who is threatening her life? Or will Myron be taken away and Anne’s life with it? Memory Bound is a multi-dimensional, horror novel mixed with just the right amount of mystery to keep readers long entranced and wondering after the final, closing paragraph.

 

Ponderings

Author’s Thoughts: Promises, promises (Horror & Gun Control)

I’m listening to the audio book of The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson currently. It’s a great story and I plan to pick up the novel at the library soon. I got a little lost in the house while the doctor was describing how everything was built during his tour. (He did this so the group could avoid getting lost, ironically, and learn each floor’s layout.) Hill House was built in concentric circles with the inner rooms having no windows or doors. Furthermore, everything was built slightly angled, about 15 degrees off–on purpose. The mansion was intended to catch you off guard, it seems, to perhaps idly trap you inside its interiors. It disoriented your senses, disturbed your balance.

I tilted my head at the windows and then at the stairwell, trying to catch just how everything was tilted. I couldn’t quite grasp it and I thought it was silly and dubious to waste a contractor’s time with such frivolity. A set of doors had closed earlier in the dining room and we were seeing if footsteps on the angled floors caused the doors to shut on their own. I sense these details are themes that will come back around in the closing pages. Ms. Jackson is a sharp writer and she’s leaving her bread crumbs in the pages, beguiling. I scurry along, following the group as we leave doors open behind us, turning our heads to check them before crossing into an adjoining hallway. One particularly heavy door has a stool put before it to make sure it stayed open. We’ll see if they’re closed or open when we return.

Horror is fine, it seems, if we can control it or try to make sense of it. When Halloween comes and goes, the decorations and ghost stories seem comical afterwards, don’t they? Horror movies can be paused; masks taken off and put into storage, easily forgotten about until next year. But what about real horror? What about people getting shot in a bar, running around defenseless in smoke curtains created by a stalking predator? What about Jews worshiping in their synagogue and being slaughtered?  What about children and teenagers, coming to class and not leaving alive?

Our country averts its eyes back towards the rotting Jack-O-Lanterns. They stare back, gaping at our stupidity.

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