Aaah, a good book when you are tucked up somewhere warm on a cold night, what could be nicer? I’ve just finished reading “A Quilters Holiday”, another in the Elm Creek Quilts series by Jennifer Chiaverini. And just today, I’ve picked up “The Aloha Quilt” by this author from our public library. I enjoy these quilt novels, with their gentle twists and turns, telling of the ups and downs of the characters lives. I certainly feel I know all these people in the quilt novels, as I have followed their stories from the very first novel.
I love other books too. Anything about the Tudor royals is pounced on and devoured. There is something about that period in history that I just can’t get enough of, with the lives of Katherine of Aragon and Anne Boleyn entwined with Henry. And not forgetting Bloody Mary and Elizabeth, and their love/hate relationship.
But…… to tell the truth, I really love to read books about serial killers. Books by the likes of James Patterson, Karen Rose, and Mo Hayder. I love the twists and turns of psychological thrillers, the dastardly deeds, with the detectives and the profilers working against the clock to stop these monsters from striking again. Wonder what my reading preference says about me? I wrote a poem about this subject a wee while ago. Do tell me what you think.
There's a killer in the moonlight, ties a cord of silk around
A slim young neck and then, pulls tight, without a sound
There’s a killer in the moonlight, with a knife he cuts and thrusts
The victim falls down bleeding, all his dreams have turned to dust
The killer trains in moonlight, when blue skies turn to dark
He’s waiting for his next one, to come walking through the park
So be careful in the moonlight, when you're out there all alone
You don’t know who is watching, keeping silent as a stone
But if I seem obsessed, with the killer and his deed
Just blame the public library, and all the books I read!