It’s time, it’s time! If you’re a regular visitor to Bookish Dark, you know we’re careening joyfully into my favorite time of year, autumn, and with it, the Readers Imbibing Peril Challenge. Our obliging host, Carl, got the festivities underway a titch early again this year, bless his eager heart. He knows his audience, knows that we’re out here gnawing at our restraints in anticipation of his annual fright-fest. I’m ready to plunge headlong into 60+ days of madness, mystery and mayhem–how about you?
I’ve cleared the decks of all other bookish obligations, so I’m once again aiming for Peril the First: read four books of any length that fit into RIP’s generous categories:
My shortlist (hah!) of targets includes:
1. Lying Dead, Aline Templeton
2. The Dark Room, Minette Walters
3. The Moonstone, Wilkie Collins
4. Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell, Susanna Clarke
5. Horns, Joe Hill
6. Luther: The Calling, Neil Cross
7. The Little Stranger, Sarah Waters
8. The Meaning of Night, Michael Cox
9. The Small Hand, Susan Hill
To be honest, I’ve already finished Lying Dead (an excellent read!) and will have a review of it up shortly. Now I’m deep into The Dark Room, and am relishing the familiar psychological torment and obsession Walters’ books inspire. I have high hopes that Wilkie Collins will be this year’s Shirley Jackson–the classic author whom I finally get around to reading, and thereby discover treasures.
Several items are on the list based on reviews they got during last year’s RIP–one of the best things about the challenge is discovering new authors to enjoy. I’m still following many bloggers whom I added to my feeds on the strength of their RIP reviews, and they’ve been enriching my reading experience all year.
I’m sure I’ll undertake one or two films for the Peril on the Screen challenge–once the days get short and the nights chilly, I crave horror movies. I will not repeat last year’s film-a-week experiment, however–I’m only just now feeling ready to face Vincent Price again, after wallowing in his films for the entire run of RIP V. Too much of a good thing, indeed!