It’s hell writing and it’s hell not writing. The only tolerable state is having just written.
Sure, we can help with some good YA mysteries!
Nearly Gone by Elle Cosimano
Harlan Coben’s Mickey Bolitar series (Shelter, Seconds Away, and the forthcoming Found)
The Name of the Star and The Madness Underneath by Maureen Johnson
Amelia Anne is Dead and Gone by Kat Rosenfield
Imaginary Girls and 17 and Gone by Nova Ren Suma
The Merciless by Danielle Vega
As always, lovely followers, please reblog with more suggestions, should you be so inclined.
Good recs for some dark mystery reading.
A page-turning thriller, Amity will have readers begging to keep the lights on at night. Audiences familiar with the story revolving around the haunted house of Amity will recognize its devilish lure as soon as they begin Connor’s narrative. Connor, a teenage boy with alluded-to psychological issues, is immediately taken over by the house and obsessed with its evil tendencies. Fast-forward to ten years later, and Gwen’s family moves in to give her a fresh start from her troubling past, only to encounter more nightmarish experiences. Despite a decade’s difference, the two accounts parallel each other, intertwining past and present with documents about Connor and Gwen’s mishaps and the ancient, terrifying history of Amity.
Point of view and suspense take precedence in this novel, as the reader sees through the eyes of someone who is controlled by Amity, as well as someone who tries to stop their loved one from being controlled. As is typical of most horror genres, the ending will leave the audience just as scared as the beginning.
Isn’t it time to acknowledge the ugly side? I’ve grown quite weary of the spunky heroines, brave rape victims, soul-searching fashionistas that stock so many books. I particularly mourn the lack of female villains — good, potent female villains. Not ill-tempered women who scheme about landing good men and better shoes (as if we had nothing more interesting to war over), not chilly WASP mothers (emotionally distant isn’t necessarily evil), not soapy vixens (merely bitchy doesn’t qualify either). I’m talking violent, wicked women. Scary women. Don’t tell me you don’t know some. The point is, women have spent so many years girl-powering ourselves — to the point of almost parodic encouragement — we’ve left no room to acknowledge our dark side. Dark sides are important. They should be nurtured like nasty black orchids.