A Booklover site....THEBOOKBUB

Recently, I stumbled upon this site - "thebookbub.com"...a wonderful site for booklovers. So many free ebooks and discounted ones on the roll. A no-nonsense site, delivering what it commits. You just need to sign up, a pretty simple one. During the sign up, you w'll be asked to select your fav genres - this is just to send you the right recommendations over email alerts. All the books are categorised according to genres - I chose Thriller and Horror, and must say, you w'll be spoilt with choices. . Based on your selection, all the free and discounted ones w'll show up. Once you click on the book of your choice, you w'll be taken to the amazon site, where just click on the "Free Read" option. You need to have an amazon account, if you don't, just sign up......And off you go. The selected book w'll get seamlessly downloaded on your Kindle reader, one that can be downloaded from google play for android smartphones.

https://www.bookbub.com/ebook-deals/horror-ebooks

"I Hunt Killers", by Barry Lyga......my review

One of the first book that I read of Barry Lyga...though I'm a great fan of the hannibal series, I must say Billy Dent is no less menacing and frightful.

Billy, the father, is a sociopath, the most dreaded serial killer with 123 victims on his list, and has been behind the bars since last 4 years. Jazz is his son, who has been brought up by Billy in a sinister, yet loving way. Billy has taught his son every trick on the book with utmost care - how to use tools, how to distinguish bxn stabbing and slashing, the anatomy, the weak points, the disposal of corpses, and most importantly, how to read minds. Billy has high regards for his son, and has brainwashed Jazz to the point, where Jazz confronts with himself, he knows he has all that it needs to be a potent serial killer, but will not allow that killer self to emerge. Now, there is a killing, and then another.....Jazz could sense there is some linkage to the crimes, which the local cops are overlooking. after his failed attempt to convince the cops, he sets out on his own with his friend howie and connie to jab this evil..in an attempt to prove to the world that he is not evil as his father - an effort to free himself from the shackles Billy Dent's evil legacy. The sheriff Williams finally gives an ear to Jazz, who surprises him with the revelation of patterns involved in the previous killings...convinced, a serial killer is out there in the, like a pitcher plant, luring its prey, only to devour...

Barry wonderfully crafts the relationship between a father and son....Jazz, the son's mental turmoils, the mix of emotions encountered of being the son of the most haunted man. in every work that jazz does, how his father creeps in his mind and speaks to him....the mind game is so aptly illustrated, enabling readers to make the lateral connect, everytime and keeping them glued till the last blot of ink.

Jazz knows that his dad is the best in business, he knows how unconsciously the lessons of his dad has crawled under his skin and definitely, at times, to his advantage..yet he hates  these so much, his upbringing; as he rightly says, its the devil inside that I have to wrestle with and no one else could help. He is drained, looking for an answer to his dream , knife, knife under the sink, cut it like chicken, what happened to mommy, where did she suddenly disappear? Barry keeps the pacing neat, and with few characters jasper, connie, howie, and williams, the story just engulfs you.

When howie is bleeding and the paramedic team refuses Jazz pleading to give him his regular med dose, asking Jazz who did he think he was to instruct the paramedics and what was he doing at the crime scene...JAZZ snaps...this was one of my fav scenes....the excerpt

There's a conversation bxn Billy n Jazz when Billy tries to prove that Crying doesn't yield anything. Barry gives his masterstroke with an example so deep, penetrative, and captivating in true sense....the excerpt

The meeting bxn Billy n Jazz at the prison... the meeting ends, jazz is on his way towards the door..suddenly his dad calls out and says Jazz is the best....the excerpt

And, The finishing lines are bound to make you crave for more.....the excerpt

I really loved the book, the narrative, no flowerly overtone just pure story telling, aptly making the hair on your neck rise to the hilt.....A clear 4.5 from my side.

The BOND....

You may forget your stream, what you're good at amidst the daily grind

They don't .....how touchy, Even these rings on this paper bag never escape their mind

There are few, who will keep glued and root till the end

They are happy the way you are,  little bothered to mend

They may curse you for your deeds, but w'll never desert the ship

They will happily come forward to face the saturn's whip

The fat is on the fire, and along they w'll melt

The sweet assurance never misses their lips...."all w'll be dealt"

You cannot exert, start doubting your dreams....is that all crapshoot?

Their constant cheer gives your dwindling confidence a healthy reboot

You fail miserably, so many hopes pinned ....you just wanna flee

Their soothing words...."we love you for what you are and not what you w'll be"

You confide, you weep, looking to clutch

And, they w'll never disappoint with their loving touch

They forget to wish and attend on the moments that are good

But, w'll never miss to raise you from the slumber of grief and up your mood

In opulence they might disappear, but never in hardship

That's the reason we cherish so much this very bond of FRIENDSHIP.....

G.R.A.M.S The cubicle story

The thoughts of G can be tagged as vile

But can aptly dupe with his big smile

Balancing on the rim, R knows well

Quite shaky at the moment, looks very pale

One wonders at the confidence, when A takes a shot

The rise of the poster boy baffles a lot

Apparently docile, humble, the blue eyed boy

with G as his mentor, M is apt in his ploy

S is the kingpin - the insecured beast

Throws a clout and creates a mist

With utter deftness, He w'll connive and keep you shut

Shocked, one fine morning you w'll be in a rut

To pamper his ego, he has created this group

Who w'll brook his whims other than the donkey's troop

Reckless, ruthless, and shrewd to the core

Swallow his eccentricity to be at the fore

"GRAM" has merrily adapted, so w'll never sign out

Is Adaptation the euphemism for Eating filth , Grrrrrrr I end this bout.

Brooding over "GRAMS".....don't pain your mental pot
Unworthy of any attention, so my friends kindly respot

Here goes the official declaration, or the situation might be a bit tense

Any resemblance to any of the initials, living or dead, is purely a coincidence....

Fast Food

Chips, pizza, fries, and burger

Thoughts about these that we harbour

A quickie breakfast to a working lunch

Not bogged...so many on the platter to munch

In for a date, but low on money

Sushi, hot dogs....spoilt with choices to lure your honey

Hanging out with old pals, thumping to sing

A stare at those nuggets and onion rings

Working couples, always in a rush and hurry

A sweet respite, breaking the shackles of bread, rice, and curry

Are we forgetting the kids, fussy with their coooooos

The magic wand of fast food ropes them too

The aroma, the crisp, and the way they melt

Can I stop without taking a stab, let me loosen my belt

The lip-smackering, the mouth watering dishes on the roll

The calorie meter ticks, But I'll go with my soul

Just chill, and do what ur taste buds say

The resolute thoughts of obesity...cover those with hay

Overdependence is not good, so just keep a tab

Easy peasy.....a bit of work out everyday, and rest will be fab...

The LIGHT

I don't know, I m good or bad....

But, I know for sure, I 'm sad

Why should I pretend, why should I lie 

Doing those, my problems won't fly

Life is taking turns, leaving sharp burns

Prospects are dry, but still I won't cry

Life is shrinking

So now I'm thinking

The poisoned cup of destiny....do I gulp

Or, rise from lamb to lion, smashing everything to pulp

I'll rivet my thoughts towards an engaging session

But, the treasure hunt is within...that's the lesson

The devils are there, I can hear the roars

I'll dig up...what I am good at that w'll take me ashore

I won't let these choppy moments put a dent

Not a vestige of doubt, I w'll rebuild my tent

I'll settle for nothing less, no harm in more

The faint light from tower-houses.???.......VOILA!!!!...I'm nearing the shore.

The TOAD

Guess the group, who fears a lot

No matter what, they stick to their bot

Fear to move or even to lean

Anxious, a simple walk might break their shin

Camouflaged, they put on a veil

The unkempt story, they prefer not to tell

Parasites, they need to cling

Apt in making the timely swings

Living in worlds that are two

In one they are the masters, in the other BOOOO

Their actions synonymous with a moral drain

Astute minds.... we just listened to our brain

Always eager to give feeds

Irony, a zero tab on their own deeds

They  dislike guys, who are laid back

A stretch by a cm, lazy bones  crumble like a pack

Engaged to the core....always in to brainstorm

Never peeps inside, but want to give others a form

With no coherent story, they only ramble

Know how to sail, so they never shamble

They get to the destination without knowing the path

Blessed they are....know how to tread the wrath

They laugh all day....but mourn at the dawn

When the mirrors laugh aloud " YOU ARE JUST A FAWN"