Hey, guys. I hope everyone is having great holidays, no matter which ones you celebrate! I’m enjoying my break from school, but work hasn’t lightened up any. Despite work, I’ve been doing a lot. I’ve been wanting to update everyone, particularly about my financial aid issue, but have been so busy I haven’t had time until now. I’m sorry!
This entry is going to seem somewhat random because I have so much going on that I want to write about. Please bear with me!
I’m scared and I’m frustrated. That pretty much describes my weekend.
In 2004 when I was attending college for the first time, extenuating circumstances required me to start working full time at my then part-time job at Wal-Mart and stop going to classes. It was about survival. I don’t want to go into details here other than to say that I didn’t have anyone I could depend on, and had to do what was necessary for myself to survive.
Well, it had to happen at some point. Here’s a Fear Street book I didn’t really enjoy much. What’s weird is this is a fan favorite. It wasn’t awful, really, but compared to the other two Fear Street books I’ve read so far, this one was lacking. I’d love to hear what anyone particularly enjoyed about this book if a fan happens to read this review.
It is more of a murder mystery than a horror novel, though it does have some scary moments that kept me turning the page, or rather clicking my Kindle screen during the late hours of the night. And the word “mystery” is generous in my description of the novel because there’s very little mystery. It’s pretty obvious who did what, and the “why?” was uninspired. That’s my biggest reason for not enjoying this installment as much as the last two I read, but what I enjoyed about the book is what Stine does best: the story kept me turning pages. Although what happened was somewhat obvious and a let-down, Stine had me wanting to know what was going to happen next.
After working 12 years of various retail jobs, I decided to return to school this year to pursue my dream of becoming a teacher. My first classes started on August 22nd, and my first semester wrapped up yesterday. A lot of people complain about school, but I’ve loved every minute of it. I guess loving school comes with the territory of wanting to teach.
This semester has been interesting, challenging, and fun. It started on the day of the lunar eclipse. I literally watched the sky go dark, waited for the sun to come back out from behind the moon, and jumped in my car to drive to my first class, Psychology. There I met one of the best teachers I’ve ever had, Dr. Tam. Here is a picture Josh took of me leaving for school that day. It’s an awful picture, but hey, memories. Gosh, look how dirty my car was.
After enjoying The New Girl, I wanted to read another Fear Street book. I looked at several, but eventually grabbed this book for $2.99 on Amazon and finished it in two days. While the price is what drew me to The Secret Bedroom over other available Fear Street novels, its plot kept me hooked; it was hard to put this book down! I might have finished it in a day if this wasn’t Finals week.
I can safely say that I am addicted to Fear Street now. While I have a soft spot for Goosebumps, these books are much higher quality than Goosebumps, and although I know I’ve read some of these in the past, I don’t have vivid memories of which ones, exactly. Maybe I’ll recognize them when I get to them; after enjoying these two books so much, I plan to read the entire series.