After reading some of the Fear Street books, I’ve been reminiscing a lot about R. L. Stine’s other popular series, Goosebumps. I was obsessed with the series when I was younger and read a large chunk of the series. I decided to read one of my favorite installments to rediscover what I loved. Surprisingly, this book held up really well! Why not go through this series as well?
Night of the Living Dummy was great because it dealt atmospheric and subtle scares. The dummy didn’t come alive until after more than halfway through the book, and I thought that was an interesting and creative decision. The story relied on the natural creepiness of ventriloquist dummies in the same way that the original Child’s Play made the viewer question if Chucky was really alive.
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.