Review ratings

I’m beginning to write some book reviews – or essays 😉 – nothing serious, nothing fancy, just some musings. I’ve just decided on a rating system. Instead of stars, I’ll rate by a scale I’ve devised; the good, the bad, and the ugly books I’ve read. The lowest possible rating will be a 50 Shades of Grey (or 0), the middle rating will be a Fox in Socks (5), and the highest rating will be a Wuthering Heights (10). For example, I might say: “I rate this book a 50 Shades of Grey”. That’s not to say I am comparing ‘x’ to E. L. James’ infamous novel, rather that ‘x’ rates as a 0 on my scale. Of course, I’ll keep the scale as a guide at the bottom of each review to minimise confusion, of which there will be a lot!

Read my reviews
The Program – Suzanne Young
The Treatment – Suzanne Young

Where does your book stand on the rating scale? In the near future I will be offering to review YOUR books. Keep an eye out for more information.

The scale:
0. 50 Shades of Grey – E. L. James
1. Fallen – Lauren Kate
2. Dune – Frank Herbert
3. The Catcher in the Rye – J. D. Salinger
4. The Da Vinci Code – Dan Brown
5. Fox in Socks – Dr. Seuss
6. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban – J.K. Rowling
7. Rebecca – Daphne du Maurier
8. Tess of the d’Urbervilles – Thomas Hardy
9. Wormwood: A Drama of Paris – Marie Corelli
10. Wuthering Heights – Emily Brontë

Do you know a book more deserving of a place on this list? Use the contact form below to send me your suggestions.

Until eternity takes us

Until eternity takes us
In her violent clutch
Until the rotting of our bodies
Into the unforgiving earth
We shall lie as harmony
Grants it
The burden of our fates
Forever haunting

© 2013

Laced snow

Laced snow.
Dancing to rest
atop the crossroads

a pearlescent tinge
staining the earth.
He was loved.

within muted greys
amongst hunter green.

rejected by the church
Lies not within.
His sins too great
and so rests without
atop the crossroads.

© 2016

Detained and chained in a broken life

Detained and chained in a broken life. The irony has hardened and now I am darkness. My heart now weary and bitter in tune. The decadent life shaken into a pit of misery once more. For better I cherish a degrading meaning. It tears me in two, but gives me strength and pleasure. The clouds have challenged me but I do not fight. The dreary darkness comforts me in this plight. I love it so. I am understood to the very end. When it comes, I will be disappointed for it is not soon enough.


work in progress

Damning the Angels, she closes her eyes
Lamenting the Devils, she loses her life