REVIEW: Darklands Paranormal (Marco Santucci)

 

This is the second book of the paranormal investigation series by Marco Santucci and also the second book in this genre that I have ever read. Unlike the first book, which feels much more personal, this one follows Marco and his partner, Scott and their visits and investigations to various places, with stories of their encounters with other beings. Scott has a knack for snapping pictures of them, while Marco has his recordings. There are QR codes throughout the book that readers can scan to hear the audio. I didn’t scan any of those simply because I prefer not to listen to them personally, but I think those are exciting and awesome additions.

While undoubtedly there are many intriguing and chilling scenes, I prefer the first book because it feels much more personal. The feel, the emotion, and the experience are raw and intimate. This book feels more like narration or a collection of short tales, mainly because it’s jumpy from scene to scene. While it’s not easy for me to enjoy it as a book, it’s reasonable because of the nature of the investigations, and even though I wish for more answers, it’s understandable too that many events are left to the imagination and our own analysis. I learn more about the other side from the first book.

While there are many opportunity setbacks, there are also many opportunities for the team to develop and share their hard work with the world. The book's last quarter is the most enjoyable to read as I follow their most exciting finds and imagine the thrill of walking through the trails. I admire their passion and dedication and wish them all the best. This book is definitely a precious find for paranormal fans out there.

4 out of 5 stars

REVIEW: A Darker Shade of Sorcery (William Collins)

The good thing about fantasy books is that everything can be up to the imagination. You can find everything in this book, I mean, everything: orcs, gargoyles, vampires, demons, elves, wizards, zombies, ghosts, modern life, other realms, too many to mention. While I applaud the author’s creativity, it also feels a bit overwhelmed and, at times, thrown together in a lump. Yes, it’s a fantasy, but it’s also a good way not to have explanations for many things. Maybe I shouldn’t wonder if a ghost is fighting with the zombie of himself.

There are also tropes and predictable plotlines common for young readers and this genre. Still, this is the first book that opens up opportunities for many other, hopefully more unique storylines. Having said that, this book has its own distinctiveness and is very well written. Many of the characters are distinguishable and well-developed, even with a lot of names; most of the time, I can follow who and who. The descriptions and feels of the settings are powerful; it’s easy to visualize them, and it helps to immerse me into the stories.

While there are some dragged-out scenes, I enjoy reading this book. It would be both tedious and great to turn this into something visual like an illustration book or a movie. While this book builds up the world, the subsequent ones will reap what it sows. Based on this book, some side characters like Sintian and Lok will most likely have bigger roles, and it would be interesting to see both main characters return to Earth and face whatever is coming for them.

4 out of 5 stars

REVIEW: All The Life I Could Not Speak (Shubelle John Baptiste)

This book could help kids or even adults struggling in difficult social situations, regardless of where you are in the spectrum. I relate to most situations and wish I had read something like this.

The illustrations are wonderful. I am sure it's much nicer to hold this book in its physical format. In my opinion, the language is a bit too complex and mouthful at times for a children's book, but on the plus side, it doesn't simplify the situations and is most likely more acceptable to a wide range of readers.

Overall, I think this is a wonderful book, a wonderful gift, and I could see a child clinging to this book and growing up with it, feeling understood as they flip every page.

4 of 5 stars

REVIEW: The Haight (Peter Moreira)

The Haight is a murder investigation book that is more than murder investigations. The book is fast-paced, and we are introduced to many characters; almost all of them are fleshed out well with their distinctive traits. Although many names are thrown around, I don't have difficulty remembering them because they are not just names.

The story follows the main character, Jimmy Spracklin, to a case that is easily overlooked as suicide, but things are not what it seems. Besides the case, we learn about Jimmy's personal life, which relates closely to the case as we go deeper. His political views about the real troubles happening in the world during that time are well documented without disrupting the main storyline. I find all the details interesting and believable. The revelation of the case and the domestic trouble feels natural with the character's prowess and shortcomings. The only thing I find lacking is the supposed intelligence of Marie's character. The intelligence is mentioned a lot by Andy's character that it draws my attention to it, but I see none of it displayed in her actions or thinking. Yes, we are not privy to her view actively, but from the way she reacts to everything happening around her, I don't see anything that proves that statement. It would be fine if not for the repeated mentions.

Overall, this is a good read. It's a very decent and interesting murder mystery. I like the main characters and the setting. As the title says, there is more to them in other books.

4.5 rounded up

Trial Run (S. Lynn Helton)

 

Trial Run is an entertaining, well-written, and fast-paced story centred around the main character’s journey to get admitted to an underground organization. It is the last test before she becomes an official member.

I enjoyed the reading, but mostly because I had read the first book, I knew some of the characters, I knew the organization, I knew bits and pieces of the world, and I knew the continuation of the story to a certain extent.

However, if I had read this book first, something would have been lacking. I suppose this serves as a reader magnet to the main book as a supplemental story. It doesn’t work that well as a stand-alone because it feels unfinished and incomplete. Readers don’t know much about Power until almost three-quarters of the book, and it comes up quite abruptly. Although it is mentioned that this is a sellsword/thieves’ organization, it is more sympathetic in the following book. Here, although it says that it preys on ‘greedy merchants,’ all I think about is the poor vendor who probably stayed up late until night pressing fruits, stirring the jam so he could have a few bottles for display and a fisherman who worked hard battling the sea. They don’t sound like greedy merchants to me, and although I know it’s not something I should focus on at all, I find it hard to root for the main character if I only read this book. There are several unexplained things, not even a clue about who the main character is, what her past is, and what this magical power is. It tells one thing only: the test and how she obtains it. It’s a cut part of a circle, not a smaller circle within a circle.

The ending was abrupt; it acts more like a piece of a side tale and, as said, a reader magnet that should probably be part of the main story instead of a separate book or remain exclusively as a reader magnet. But this could be a teaser for readers to get glimpses of the world, well-built characters, and good storytelling.

3.5 rounded up.

Wish You a Gentle One

 

Every year, I take the same picture, with the same dog, with the same small Christmas tree and decorations. As usual, he just rolls his eyes, gets bored, and sleeps. Me, bored? No. I wish I could do this next year, the next, and the next…

This is my last post for this year. 2023 has been a good year for me. In book sales? No! Haha! You, funny, you. I just want to say as long as my loved ones are still with me, it is a good year. Everything else is a bonus.

The holiday season is usually associated with happiness, festivity, and reunions, but for some, the holiday season is the worst and saddest time of the year for many reasons. I wish you all the strength, support, and motivation to go on and that you always find something meaningful and a purpose. We never know the struggles behind everyone, so I hope everyone can be decent to others. And when you are in the queue, irritated by the crowd and frustrated by the slow processing of lines, trying to get your Christmas or regular shopping, remember the retail staff have to hear those jiggling songs in repeats probably for months, and they are probably hours since their last toilet break.

Be safe! Thank you for being here, always.

I’ll be back bugging you next year.

PUPPY

 PETS ARE NOT SEASONAL GIFTS

A couple of years ago, we were at the end of our morning beach walk, and instead of walking on the sand, we made a detour to the paving area to avoid a stray friend. We didn’t expect to meet a lot of strays that day, and our food had run out. (Feeding strays is unpredictable; we never know who will show up). But not to take the risk, we took the detour instead of meeting that regular fur boy in that area empty-handed.

They say that sometimes things are meant to be. 

Even though I had walked the area hundreds of times, before today, I had never ventured to the pavement nearby because I disliked the noises; there were vehicles, more people, and dustier, too.

As we were near the destination, something caught my eye. Between the parked motorcycles, a tiny puppy was sitting alone. Usually, puppies are playful, but this one was just there, looking at us. I walked closer to observe, and on his neck, there was plastic rope, usually used for tying stuff. Normally, my dog Locky would greet strays, but this time, he stayed put.

 

I took her picture, thinking to ask around if the owner was nearby. Just as I wondered why this puppy was there alone, dangerously sat among the vehicles, almost invisible because of its size, the puppy stood up and walked, and a trail of dark, thick, red blood came out of her end. It was a lot of blood, and she moved to a clean area and sat there again.

Locky was restless and tried to walk in the opposite direction. Obviously, the puppy was really unwell, but no one seemed to acknowledge her. I was panicking, too. I was not in the position to help this dog in terms of finances and availability. I really didn’t know what to do, but this dog didn’t ask for anything. While I was stressed out, she just sat there and looked at me with her very understanding eyes. A million worries went through my head, but how could I walk away?

I had to make a decision. I scooped the puppy up carefully; she weighed nothing, and we walked to the car, which was fortunately nearby. I had a plastic shoe box, and she fitted in nicely. Locky sat in the back. I tried to keep them apart and wiped my hands (although the puppy was clean even after the blood discharge). I had a suspicion about her condition, and this could be really bad.

 

 

I was unfamiliar with vets in the area, but luckily, I had heard about the animal hospital before. It was not too far. I explained the situation to the receptionist and was asked to sign a form.

“What is the name of the dog?”

“I don’t know. It’s not mine…” The sad realization hit me as the receptionist said I needed to register something for administration purposes; the poor puppy didn’t even have a name. She became Puppy. While waiting, Puppy suddenly seemed bright and okay. She sat up, wagged her tail, and exchanged friendly gestures with Locky; all the while, she was well-behaved, calm, stayed obediently in the box, and never made a peep.

 

The vet suspected Puppy had Parvovirus. Here, the mortality rate was above 95%, and judging from blood discharge, which I explained as best I could, it was not an early stage. We needed to take a costly test to ensure that was what she had, and yes, Puppy had that deadly virus.

On the examination table, Puppy was back to her early stage, barely moving and just staring with her big, understanding eyes. The vet explained that her chance was really bad and suggested putting her down. There was no cure for Parvo; all she could do was help with hydration and nutrition, and the dog had to fight it herself. But her chance was really low because she was in a malnourished condition, and it must have been days or weeks since she got the virus.

 

 

You would think you only feel for something when you know them. I didn’t know Puppy, but I was devastated, especially when the vet really leaned on putting her down. Things could get worse; the chance of survival was almost zero, and as she put it, the alternative would be very costly.

Against the advice, I thought Puppy deserved a chance to try. We checked her for an overnight stay in the hospital, and we had to say goodbye. Puppy had to be quarantined and separated from other dogs with no chance to visit, so we left with a promise from the vet that she would be well taken care of. I was sprayed with something for precaution, and even though Locky had been vaccinated against this virus, they suggested he take some immune boost supplements for two weeks with close monitoring of his health.

 

 

It was an anxious day, and I must have been terrorizing the hospital, constantly asking for updates. 

Unfortunately, around ten o’clock that night, they informed me that Puppy had lost the battle.

 

 

Puppy was an unlucky dog with a bad human as her owner. She was not even wearing a proper collar; they tied a plastic rope on her neck just like they tied groceries or trash. Most likely, the owner didn’t know or bother about vaccinations. Parvo is deadly but preventable. And worse, when she was sick, she was thrown away like garbage, left alone out there to die by herself. It's heartbreaking to think she might have been waiting there in the parking area for the owner to come back for her.

Unfortunately, here and in many places in the world, there are always abandoned dogs like Puppy. They probably started their days happy, hugged by their family, cherished as Christmas or holiday presents. But when the reality kicks in that dogs are not toys, they need maintenance, medical care, training, they can be noisy and smelly, they grow up and don’t stay as small and cute as the puppy version, kids are no longer happy with them, they get sick, and there they go to the bin, probably just like how these people treat their stuff. There is a special place in hell or whatever corner for these monsters.

I knew almost every stray around that area. They were generally healthy and vaccinated from the collective efforts of strangers. Some were bare and some wore collars we put on them to increase their safety (kidnappers for dog meat, yes, they exist), not dangerous plastic rope around their neck.

Puppy was not a stray. Puppy was abandoned by her despicable, dumbass, heartless owner. Puppy was left to death when she was found to be sick.

Pets are not seasonal gifts; they are not entertainment or temporary companions during lockdown to be abandoned after that. They are lifetime commitments.

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Sorry for the long post. 

I still see the trend every holiday season, people gifting them without feasible long-term plan, thinking pets are short-term entertainment and property.

As long as these monsters exist, there will be a Puppy somewhere.