October 18, 2016



Horror is not my favorite genre. I attribute this to my already over-active imagination. I hear footsteps outside my window and double take strangers in shadow.  Every October as lacy trees dance in silhouette against the large & low harvest moon, mischief calls me to the dark recesses of my bookshelf. I dust off a title outside of my comfort zone and feel my inner spirit howl.

Here are a few of my favorite creepy reads. One I read in a hotel room for full-sensory immersion, another after visiting the History of Medicine Museum in Paris, Boris & Bella is my children’s favorite, and the rest have found their way to me over the years.

Enjoy & happy haunting.