Leaves are falling, pumpkins are being carved and our willpower against sugary treats is being tested! There's only one thing that all of this could mean-- it's Halloween (or as we'll be calling it, HallowREAD)! The only way for bookworms like us to get into the spooky spirit is to read our favourite, most creepy books that should never be read in the dark! As we count down to one of the most anticipated nights of the year, each day I will be posting either a spooky, eerie, or super-natural type excerpt that makes scurrying under the covers seem like not such a bad idea!
My challenge for you: read a novel (or two!) that helps you get into the Halloween spirit and/or share your most scary bookish moments on your blog or in the comments below! It'll be a week full of creepiness, books and a GIVEAWAY that will give TWO of you the opportunity to win one of the seven books featured throughout the week! Stay updated on all of the fun using the hashtag #YAHallowRead on Twitter, Instagram and Facebook!
As the night owls would say, It's going to be a real HOOT :) !
The first Hallow-Read excerpt comes from THE EVOLUTION OF MARA DYER....
Its black smile was a little faded- from wear or washing, I didn't know- and the dress it wore was newer, but still crude. Definitely handmade. Otherwise? Otherwise it was eerily similar to the doll in my dreams.
Maybe more than similar.
I remembered something then. There was a spot on the underside of its arms, where she held it.
"What is that red?" I asked the older girl.
"Oh," she said, and handed me the doll. She examined her finger. "I pricked myself."
Looking at the doll now, I saw a dark brownish red spot on the underside of its arms. Where its wrists would have been.
My flesh felt dead where my skin met the doll's. I didn't know what the dream meant, if anything, but I didn't care. I was starting to hate this thing and wanted to get rid of it.
"I'm throwing it out," I whispered to Noah............
......He watched as I slipped on my shoes, went outside, and threw the doll out on the top of the swollen garbage bags in the bin my father had already brought down to the curb.
I poured myself out of bed and over to my dresser to pick out clothes for Horizons.
But when I opened my underwear drawer, my grandmother's doll was inside.
It was all I could do not to scream. I backed away from the dresser and locked myself in the bathroom, sliding down the tiled wall to the cold tiled floor. I pressed a fist against my mouth...
The Evolution of Mara Dyer @ Amazon
Two winners will each get to choose which book out of the seven featured during the week they'd like to receive as a prize.
Contest open internationally as long as the Book Depository ships to you (Not sure? Check here)!