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oddishfeeling · 7 months
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do you have any book recommendations? pls i need lots 💙💙
this is such a loaded question friend. but lucky for u, i am procrastinating assignments, my take out has yet to arrive, and i just finished another book!
horror fic has been my choice for the last several books
the centre by ayesha manazir siddiqi is about a young Pakistani woman living in the UK. she's a translator for Urduru films. language and translation are central to this book. people are becoming fluent in a matter of weeks in complex languages.... the centre is gorgeous if not entirely mysterious, magical even. but whats the catch?? beautifully written. vivid details. anisa is a flawed, honest, and genuine feeling mc, as are the people in her life. i just finished it a couple hours ago n i miss my girls.
slewfoot by brom is set in 17th century Connecticut. our protag, Abitha, is not from this town but she does he best to adhere to the Puritan standards, if not for her well being, than that of her husband's. something stirs in the outskirts of the village, in the forest and beyond. she finds help from an unlikely source while also fostering a deep inner power of her own. these characters felt so well thought out, the writing is magnetic and the action is well paced. it puts so many preconceived notions right on their head. i loved this book and can't wait to read brom's other novel, the child thief, a retelling of peter pan and the lost boys!
sister, maiden, monster by lucy a. synder was oh so gay and oh so cosmically horrendous. this is like h.p. lovecraft wasn't a weird racist. this is like if biblically accurate angels were once just women in love. this is horrifying, visceral, and relevant to our COVID world. i was gawking at so many of the details. there are so many monster themes actually, it's perfect. the story is told through 3 povs of 3 different women. and we love women! and horror! i didn't expect to pick this one up but I'm so glad i did.
mary: an awakening of terror by nat cassidy do u know what it's like to be virtually invisible? forgotten? disaffected? do u know the pure joy of having a precious collection, adding to it over time, and it being almost ur only reason for living anymore?? then you're a lot like mary. and mary is a lot like plenty of women who get the chance to live beyond adolescence, who are cast out by society-- deemed invaluable. mary is utterly lost at a time in her life she feels she should have it all figured out. she goes back to her hometown, an ambiguous small town in the middle of the desert, and some unlikely characters help her piece things back together. i finished this book feeling so close to mary. we are friends now. there is mystique, horror, fables, myths, bad guys, mysterious architecture, and well mary is not the most reliable narrator. loved this one too.
the last house on needless street by catriona ward i had no idea where this book was going and i loved piecing the narrative together through several characters and their povs. it forces u to confront ur own biases regarding mental health. u are sympathetic to the characters in the most painful, heart wrenching ways. there is murder. there is mystery. there is missing children. there are cats. this book surprised me and it was fun to have to find a couple reddit threads to be sure i was understanding the story correctly. i felt like i read this kind of fast! which is always fun too.
brother by ania ahlborn this one pissed me off a bit. but in a good way because i was so deeply invested. this one is set in Appalachia. i'm not one for stereotypes, especially bc i think Appalachians have a bad rep and it's of no fault of their own. that being said, the insular feel of the book and the absolute claustrophobia those mountains create in this story were like a character in it of itself. our protag, michael, knows there's something beyond. he's seen them on colorful postcards. but his own mind and his own heart seem utterly trapped here. this one is heartbreaking. it's horrifying. and it'll make u dizzy from the amount of times u change ur mind. excited to read her other novel, Seed, because this one stuck with me so much!
a couple honorable mentions that fit the theme:
the vegetarian by han kang korean food. infidelity. art. nightmares. inexplicable mindfucks! this story was scary because it felt very.. possible? no monsters this time. no spells. just... the mind deteriorating. could happen to any of us.
a certain hunger by chelsea g. summers what if girlbossing is just a quick pivot from sociopathy?? what if the crimes are so much more gratifying than say, fame or fortune or even love?? women can be sociopaths too, you know!! this one is fun bc the protag is crazy and it's fun to slip into these characters. cathartic even. omg did i mention, she's a foodie too! just like me :-)
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emiliosandozsequence · 8 months
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illustrations by samuel araya from the suntup limited edition copy of brother by ania ahlborn
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in-your-walls · 8 months
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Brother, Ania Ahlborn / The Survivor, 1950 René Magritte / unknown
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arcanespillo · 9 months
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this shit screams winchester
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iphigeniarising · 1 year
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Brother, Ania Ahlborn
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drackiszunk · 7 months
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I only have 3 chapters left in Brother and I am unwell. Reb is about to have his “surprise” birthday for Michael.
Like I want a happy ending where he and Alice run away together but I think that’s wishful thinking.
I’m distraught but I’ll finish it tonight to get it over with.
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chapterchapterbook · 2 years
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When you find a gift card to Barnes and Noble, you make a trip to Barnes and Noble! Burnout and Oryx and Crake were purchased from Bookshop.org when I got some books for school. Listen. Do I have too many books on my physical TBR? Yes. Does that change the fact that my go to retail therapy is books? No. Am I going to put myself on a book buying ban until I can make some room on my shelves? Maybe.
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goodreadzz · 1 year
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Brother - Ania Ahlborn
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Michael Morrow played by Austin Butler.
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Rebel Morrow played by Bill Skarsgard.
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Misty Dawn Morrow played by Bell Thorne.
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pomthoughts · 1 year
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Finished these two horror books on my 4 hour road trip since it they were short enough. TSID> Brother
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vanyelle · 11 months
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Summer reading part 1!
Not pictured: Below by Laurel Hightower and Brother by Ania Ahlborn.
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bookcoversonly · 5 months
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Title: Seed | Author: Ania Ahlborn | Publisher: 47North (2012)
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myqueenmarceline · 9 months
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The Final Girl
Summary: What if Alice’s story ended differently?
Based on the ending of Brother by Ania Ahlborn. Full of spoilers and blood, and if you haven’t read the book you will be missing quite a bit of context.
Warnings: major character death, implied incest, major character injury
Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49161601
It wasn’t like the movies. As Michael folded, he leaned into her instead of falling backwards. His weight fell on her good side, knocking her backwards.
The two of them fell to the ground. All she could feel was pain. The worst of it radiated up from her side, her hand offering little protection from the hard dirt road. A second ache, dull but insistent, stabbed into her shoulder. She squirmed, but that only made it worse. There was something hard on the road underneath her, pressing into her shoulder blade firmly.
A clammy breath ruffled the hair on her cheek, and the touch of sticky fingers made her jerk her head away. She brought her booted foot up and slammed it into Michael’s side, jostling him. His hand fell across the top of her chest instead, the touch making her skin crawl even more.
He wasn’t moving any more. Alice blinked, taking a deep, shuddering breath. She could only fill her lungs about halfway; the rest was being squished too tightly. He was heavier than she had been expecting. As she breathed in again, she realized that she couldn’t feel any breath joining hers.
She was going to be sick. She was going to scream. She stared up at the night sky, everything blurred by her tears into one immense, black void ready to swallow her whole.
She had to get out of here. She wiggled, keeping her hand clamped to her side. She placed one foot flat on the ground, and pressed her hand and other boot against Michael. She took a deep breath.
Don’t think about the wetness. Don’t think about the smell hanging heavily in the air. Don’t think about the whine of mosquitoes circling around. Don’t think about the pinprick of tiny legs on your skin, or about how they’re going to be descending on him with even more hunger.
She pushed. A wave of dizziness hit her. She could feel the blood trickling out between her fingers from the strain. After a few seconds, the pain was too intense for her to continue. She slumped back down.
His hair was almost fully covering his face, only part of his mouth and chin exposed in the low light. The cut on his lip was still obvious, dark and scabbed. She turned her gaze away, ignoring the sinking feeling in her body. She had to get out of here first; she would go back to everything else later.
His body had shifted slightly to the side, his weight mostly lying on her limbs now. She grabbed his arm, pushing it up and away from her chest with as much force as she could. It flopped back by his own side, making his torso shift ever so slightly.
With the new position, she could feel something digging into her stomach. She blinked, reaching down and patting the edge of his pocket. When she pressed it, a small ball attached to a chain slipped out.
The keys.
She pulled on the chain frantically. It slipped from her fingers. She wiped her fingers on her jeans, then tried again.
Her hands were still slick, but this time, she was just barely able to keep her grip. The keys clinked as they came free, sliding against her palm. The feeling of the cold metal pressing against her palm gave her a boost of energy she hadn’t thought possible. Her heart pounded, and the feeling of her pulse racing through her was even more intense than the pain.
She pushed again, and this time, Michael finally slid off of her. His hair fanned out around his head, matching the puddle of dark red growing underneath him.
The keys jingled as she sat up. She sucked in a full breath, sighing in relief. She was rewarded with an immediate stab of pain from her side, and she began breathing shallowly again.
She turned her head towards that awful, accursed, rundown farmhouse, but her focus was entirely on the car in the driveway. She might actually make it.
Alice pressed her good hand against a spot of dirt next to her that hadn’t been stained with blood yet. The keys dug into her palm, but she didn’t let go. She pushed herself up, first on one knee, then slowly, shakily rising to stand. Tears ran down her cheeks, and she wiped her face.
She walked up the driveway as fast as she could. She was going to make it out of this godforsaken place, even if it was the last thing she ever did.
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emiliosandozsequence · 8 months
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chained (2012) dir. jennifer lynch / in defense of vultures, nature's early warning systems that are holy to many people / brother, ania ahlborn / national geographic - vulture facts & information
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in-your-walls · 8 months
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He only wished Momma would kill them while the sun was shining rather than waiting ’til dark. If it didn’t matter how hard they screamed, Michael didn’t get what the difference would be. Day or night, dead was dead. At least during the day he wasn’t trying to sleep.
Michael Morrows, from the book ‘Brother’ by Ania Ahlborn
(Listed left to right, up to down)
Old Farm House, 1950s - Bruce Thomas / 1970s Hawaiian Beach Postcard, Haggins collection / x / Hot Love (1985) - Jörg Buttgereit / x / x
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thatbookishbtch · 1 year
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Brother by Ania Ahlborn
3/29/2023-4/17/2023
4/5 stars
SPOILERS
Ooohhh boy this was a wild one. This family is so dysfunction and so evil. Imagining being a child yourself and kidnapping a toddler to keep your sister from growing up and leaving home?? Rebel is a real piece of work. A conniving little shit and I cannot believe what he had up his sleeve the whole time. When he encouraged Michael to eat more of that stew, I had a sneaking suspicion that it was his mom in there, but for Alice to ALSO BE HIS SISTER?! My jaw was on the floor. And the ending. Ugh. I was devastated. I was so mad for both of them. At the time of writing this, I've finished the book almost a month ago, and I'm still thinking about it all the time. I want to recommend it to everyone.
Favorite quotes:
"The air was always better when the world was sleeping. It made it easier to breathe."
"Anytime he heard laughter inside, it seemed as though the rooms sucked up the sound and squelched it beneath a veil of discolored wallpaper. If that house were alive, it would feed on happiness and breathe out nothing but screaming and hate."
"...some people get addicted to feeling bad because whenever they feel good they feel guilty."
"Michael descended the stairs, hating how slowly his feet were moving, how reluctant he felt, when he should have been leaping to Misty's aid. But a lifetime of being afraid couldn't be cast off like a worthless hand-me-down. He was no superhero. His fear was too ingrained, as much a part of him as a fingerprint."
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bekah-reading · 1 year
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This book is about a family of four. The Dad had something happen in the past that comes back but comes for his child.
This book was good, it was atmospheric. I loved how creepy the six year was, and how the story developed over time. If you want a good short possession story I would totally recommend this one.
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