Cosette Hugo is living in a world of terror. She’s being stalked and tortured by a vicious enemy, while the world leaders turn a blind eye to the daily atrocities. You guessed it, Cosette is in high-school!
Cozy has been going through a lot of emotional turmoil – her parents have divorced, her brother Victor was killed shortly after returning home from Iraq, and on top of it all – she’s being bullied at school, but has no idea why. She just wants to get through this last week of school so she can enjoy her bully free winter break. Outside of school, the town is in a panic over the Poser Gang, who’s list of victims is growing at an alarming rate, and hitting closer to home than she is comfortable with. Like the title suggests, her emotions lead her to a very final decision… suicide. When Cosette makes the decision to end her life, she is worried about the people she’s leaving behind. Instead of leaving them with the questions, guilt, or shame that her suicide may bring, she believes that getting herself killed might be a better way to go. She chooses to try and become one of The Poser’s victims – but this decision brings out a darker side of her that she never knew existed. A side that excites and terrifies her at the same time.
(view spoiler)[Cosette Hugo’s nemisis is Hilda Dyson. Hilda sucks as much as the vacuum, she’s a rotten bitch – and she is Cozy’s Kriptonite. When Cozy stumbles onto the scene of a Poser attack in progress, something inside her rises up. Anger is drowning out the fear she should be feeling – she cannot let this continue while she stands by and does nothing! As she steps in, she is shocked to see that the victim is none other than Hilda Dyson! Hilda’s attacker is killed in the confrontation, and Cozy cannot be tied into this! Not in any way, shape or form! She makes sure there is nothing on scene that could expose any part of her involvement, makes sure Hilda gets help, then hauls ass. The idea of these guys in the Poser gang doing this to anyone else makes her blood boil, and this is how she decides to become their next victim. It would take the pain of her suicide off of her family & friends, and if she could take the gang down with her… bonus! Too bad nothing is ever as easy as we imagine. The problem? Each time she tries to make herself the victim, she ends up killing her attacker! This is where the book takes a wonderfully unexpected and dark turn. Each time Cozy tries to put herself in harm’s way with someone, it awakens something within her – a darker part of herself that enjoys inflicting pain on those who deserve it. She comes down off that high each time like she is sobering up from the effects of a drug. But, just like with a drug, that part of her that is sickened by her actions is quieted each time the high is presented again. During all this, Cosette is trying to live a normal life. She is trying to make her final days with her mom drama-free, but that’s not always as easy as it sounds. Her mom meets a new friend while on duty at the hospital as a nurse, you’ll see how that impacts their life. Cozy starts to spend more time with Chris during Winter Break, and they eventually become a couple. Chris has some secrets of his own & they begin a Bonnie and Clyde type relationship. There is one outing in particular that blew my mind! (An even darker side of Cozy is shown, and I hope that this will be a part of any future stories from Atty Eve in this series – In whatever direction the series will end up going.) Her dad and his new wife (and new life) are the cause of some emotional events after Christmas – Events that will strain the Father/Daughter dynamic. You’ll find out if their bonds are strong enough, or if they break completely. Her friends are around, too. All these things are included and make the story even better. It may sound like it adds up to a lot, but it ended before I was ready to leave their world! It’s very well balanced. I could keep going & going until I revealed every single detail of this – but then you wouldn’t read My Beautiful Suicide and I cannot let that happen! So, PLEASE, hurry up and read it so you can come back and talk about it with me!! (hide spoiler)]
I received an early copy of GIVING UP THE GHOST from Dan in February. Right when I started it, my dad died. I read it on the plane, going to the funeral. I know this might sound strange to most of you, but, this story helped me get through the next few days! I took much comfort in it. Odd place to find peace, in a horror novel, but I did! The story is excellent! I cried, I laughed out loud, I got angry… I fell in love with these characters.
Gerry Sheffield is a real piece of work. Can’t keep a job, can’t stay any sort of sober, and he has always relied on his parents to bail him out of the trouble he can’t seem to keep himself out of. A grown man who won’t take responsibility.
After a particularly nasty bender, and a run-in with his landlord, Gerry is calling his parents, again – not asking for help as much as demanding their help. After all, they are his parents. It’s their job to look out for their son.
His parents, Margo & Bill, are at the end of their rope.
They’d always tried to help their son. The college tuition that was wasted, the car repairs, the down payment on his now ex-wife’s house, everything. They’re out of patience, and they’re almost out of means. After 27 years, they decide – no more. Clean up your self, clean up your act, put on your big-boy pants & cowboy the fuck up.
The following morning, Gerry gets two checks.
One is for his rent & a thousand bucks for the month.
The second… a great big really check from his dad.
This is it. No more. Sink or swim.
Gerry actually makes a whole-hearted attempt, one last shot to make something of his life, to make his father proud! But, within a day, any chance of walking the straight & narrow is blown. He’s actually made things far worse!
Self righteousness mixed with self pity doesn’t make a good combination. So, once again convincing himself that his problems are all because of someone else, Gerry’s anger helps propel him into calling his parents, to blame Bill & Margo for every single thing that has ever gone wrong in his entire miserable existence. It is bad. He finally says the things that make his parents turn their backs, close their hearts and lock him out. He’s gone too far this time. Realizing what he has done, Gerry’ s hurt eventually gives itself over to hate. And, Gerry lands himself in jail. Again.
Read GIVING UP THE GHOST to find out how far Bill & Margo willing to go to get Gerry to change his ways.
After death, is there anything they won’t do?
GIVING UP THE GHOST by Dan Dillard will be available June 1’st
Let me make this perfectly clear, I DID NOT WRITE THIS. It was written by a young girl named Brianna. I just came across it, while looking for something completely unrelated.
It is so good! I have a few followers that will be interested in this, and please, feel free to reblog, let’s get this story out!
I’m unfamiliar with the site it is posted on, http://www.quotev.com, but, if you click on Brianna’ s name above, it will take you to her profile page there. She has numerous stories. I’m going to try to contact her, to see if she’d like to post anything else here.
Eleven letters, ten teens, nine reasons why. The stories will intertwine, and the truth shall be unveiled. But the price is a heavy one. In order for these stories to be told, the girl who knew them took her life. She sent out ten letters to her nine reasons, and one to the person who gave her hope. Each of the ten letters is the same. Each of the ten who receive her letters will learn the ugly truth behind her death. And the recipient of the eleventh letter, the letter explaining how to follow the other letters, will learn what can come from the death of a girl who did not seem like she could change the world.
I love this image. The scalpel as a pen speaks so loudly.
To read THE SUICIDE STORY in full, just click on the title anywhere in this post, or click on the picture below.
Yet another child has succumbed to the overwhelming weight of the burdens no thirteen year old should even be aware of. My heart is breaking. No, I did not know him personally, but I have friends who did. Friends with kids of their own who knew & loved the deceased, and are trying to deal with the WHY. And, this happened in my own backyard.
I’ve been an advocate of suicide since I was thirteen myself. Having lost my mother at the same age as the victim. I’ve lost friends of all ages. I’ve almost lost myself. But – that’s not why I’m writing this. It’s about the children. Kids who should be playing sports, experiencing their first love, looking forward to Spring Break… childhood things. Kids who are being bullied, tortured and teased, beaten up and beaten down. What can we do? What can I do? Not too long ago, I watched a youtube video that a young girl made – a cry for help. She couldn’t even wait for the help to come. I’ve shed so many tears, for children I’ll never know. For lives that will never be lived. Hearts that will never be broken by a teen crush – because they’ve been broken by bullies. What can we do?
What can we do? Were you ever bullied when you were a kid? I was. Tell someone? Not me. If I would have told someone – things would have gotten worse! Not only a freak, but a tattle-tale, too! Worse bullying would have followed. But – things were different then. A bully was a bully. These days, with social media, bullying has become an art form. Gone are the days of people talking shit behind your back. Now, it’s happening in real time – live & in color. “She can’t even kill herself right! What a loser!” Holy Fuck – 342 people ‘liked’ that post! See where I’m going? I don’t have any answers. But, this is my Blog – and, tonight… I just need to vent.
I’ve found some statistics. “Twelve Facts About Bullying”. They are…
1. Over 3.2 million students are victims of bullying each year.
2. 1 in 4 teachers see nothing wrong with bullying and will only intervene 4 percent of the time.
3. Approximately 160,000 teens skip school every day because of bullying.
4. 1 in 7 students in grades K-12 is either a bully or a victim of bullying.
5. 56 percent of students have personally witnessed some type of bullying at school.
6. Over two-thirds of students believe that schools respond poorly to bullying, with a high percentage of students believing that adult help is infrequent and ineffective.
7. 71 percent of students report incidents of bullying as a problem at their school.
8. 90 percent of 4th through 8th graders report being victims of bullying.
9. 1 out 10 students drop out of school because of repeated bullying.
10. Harassment and bullying have been linked to 75 percent of school-shooting incidents.
11. Physical bullying increases in elementary school, peaks in middle school and declines in high school. Verbal abuse, on the other hand, remains constant.
12. A 2009 survey found that 9 out of 10 LGBT youth reported being verbally harassed at school in the past year because of their sexual orientation.
Like I said, I don’t know the answers. But, maybe I’ve raised some awareness.
I’m going to go call my son. Just to tell him I love him.
This was a Facebook post I saw on my friend ‘Cherie’s’ timeline a little bit ago, and I want to share the message. The number of suicides caused by bullying is heart-breaking. To name just one person, to put a face to this epidemic, please remember Tempest Smith.
A teacher in New York was teaching her class about bullying and gave them the following exercise to perform. She had the children take a piece of paper and told them to crumple it up, stamp on it and really mess it up but do not rip it. Then she had them unfold the paper, smooth it out and look at how scarred and dirty is was. She then told them to tell it they’re sorry. Now even though they said they were sorry and tried to fix the paper, she pointed out all the scars they left behind. And that those scars will never go away no matter how hard they tried to fix it. That is what happens when a child bully’s another child, they may say they’re sorry but the scars are there forever. The looks on the faces of the children in the classroom told her the message hit home. Pass it on or better yet, if you’re a parent or a teacher, do it with your child/children.
“There is but one truely serious psychological problem – and that is suicide.”
~ Albert Camus
The life of a small town…
The death of a small town…
Gethsemane was a small rural town. As small rural towns went it was a sleepy little burg. It woke up with the sun. It went to bed with the moon. The fields had been planted, and now the farmers watched them grow.
And the teenagers who normally ran rampant about the town – fucking, drinking, and vandalizing away the days – were afraid to leave their houses.
The teenagers in Gethsemane are dying.
When the news and papers finally pick up the story, they call it ‘The Suicide Virus’, but two residents of this town, Stephen & Elise, know differently. This is no virus.
But, let us not get ahead of ourselves here. THE SORROW KING is not the first thing I’ve read by Anderson Prunty, although it is the best so far. When I picked up the others, it was before I knew what Bizarro Fiction was, before I knew Prunty’s name. Knowing this now, I fully intend to go back and re-read my copy of Jack and Mr. Grin, and dive into the (at least) five other titles I already own.
Prunty does an excellent job with characterization. I got to know the main players well, Steven & Elise, Steven’s dad – Conner, Drifter Ken…(I would like more on this character – a SS maybe? There’s another story in Ken Blanchard.) You can get a feel of each character, without ever getting the feeling of TMI.
Alright. That’s way more than I’ve ever said on that. The story just grabs you in the first chapter, and never let up. I never had a moment of wanting to stop reading, and when I had to… I’d start again asap. This wasn’t one that just sat there like – ‘meh. whenever.’ It’s dark. Surreal.
It’s uncomfortable in spots. Capturing the teenaged mind all too vividly, it drags you through those disheartening emotions. Those days when every trouble is multiplied x100. There are some graphic sexual pieces. But, your not a prude. Not if your reading my reviews. They may be cringe worthy if you remember their ages, I do know a lot Steven’s sexual fantasies now. Hmm.
Back to the story.
The teenagers in Gethsemane (Ohio) are dropping like flies. Dying in apparent suicides. Steve knows better, he feels it, he’s writing about it in his sleep, but how can he stop it? Elise knows better, too. But, she believes she might be part of the problem.
Conner, desperately trying to make certain his son doesn’t become a statistic, starts looking for answers, too. The story he hears from the town’s Drifter is one of ghosts and poisoned towns.
Behind it all, is the Sorrow King. The Jackthief. And he’s growing stronger each day.
Did that grab ya? How ’bout this… “There are no happy endings in Hell”.
The loss of my father has had me on an emotional roller coaster, and my brain has been throwing up long repressed emotions of my mothers suicide when I was just 13. It’s been a nightmare I cannot awake from.