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Sunday, April 13, 2014


The Bird Eater

A Review by Renee Vaughn

Published Lakeville Journal Compass 4/10/14

            Do you remember your first kiss?

            Not the first, fumbling experiment but the first, real kiss that woke you to possibilities of sensation and emotion hitherto unknown?

            Reading Stephen King’s The Shining for the first time was like that first, real kiss.

            But just as it’s not fair to judge your current lover by your first sexual experience, it’s not realistic to hope that you will get that white-knuckled, stay-up-all-night, gluttonously orgiastic feeling of reading King for the first time from any current author in the horror genre. With that being said, I stayed up late into the night reading Ania Ahlborn’s The Bird Eater. It wasn’t the best kiss I’ve ever had, but it reminded me enough of Stephen King’s work to keep me going and in the end, to be not too disappointed. In fact, I may download a few of her other titles.

            The Bird Eater is the tale of a broken man who returns home to confront the family ghoul. In the process he gets a chance to revisit the first girl he ever kissed and to learn a lot about not recovering from grief. I don’t want to tell much more than this as I’d hate to ruin the suspense for you.

Like King, Ahlborn’s major characters are beset with tragic flaws to which we can all relate: cowardice, addiction, self-pity, a stubborn inability to change and an optimistic belief that good can conquer evil. Similarly, her ghoul mirrors King’s evil incarnations of that which is most terrible about humanity at its worst.     

The Bird Eater is satisfying read; especially if you are house-sitting at an old farmhouse on a dead-end road as I was when I read it. Ahlborn has some truly great, cinematic images in which the lead character, Aaron Holbrook, struggles with his doppelganger demon who has a penchant for birds. Her language is deft and though repetitive, it does the job. She shines at describing the haunted house in which the bulk of the action takes place. I was also thoroughly impressed with the number of ways she managed to describe the way a person’s heart thumps when they are scared. The biggest compliment I have for her is that her characters dietary habits made me crave an iced glass of Coca-cola. Make sure to note the many references to classic horror movies she uses.

Her work is descriptive, page-turning and will make a good little movie when it comes to that.

I felt the first chapter gave away too much of the story. I found myself reading to see how it was going to come together rather than feeling trapped by my desire to see what was going to happen. I think the ghoul would have been much more frightening and the psychological development of the main characters much more intriguing if we had been allowed to take the trip along with them. This book reads a bit more like a TV “we-know-who-done-it” mystery than a true ghost story. I suggest you skip the first chapter until you are about half-way through. But do read it as the first chapter is good enough to stand on its own as a great horror short story.
            A Polish transplant, Ania Ahlborn, self-published her first book, Seed, and rose quickly to the top of the “as-good-as Stephen King” ranks. She followed it with The Neighbors and the The Shuddering. She has a great blog accessible through her website: http://www.aniaahlborn.com/.

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Bugs

Where have all the bugs gone? 

Not that I mind the lack of swishing tails and stomping feet or the drone and bite of them.

The flowers this year were astounding. Tumbling, fragrant, piles of eager stamens and fluttering pistils (or is it the other way around, I can't ever remember) sending out Tweet after Tweet of come to me pollinators.  They'd put out more the less bugs there are since that is the way of things.  The less we have the more we desire.  Lack in nature creates abundance.

Maybe they have disappeared to remind us of how important the invisible, little things are- the kiss at bedtime, proper grammar, spice, letting someone go ahead of you, a smile.

Hopefully the loss of bugs will bring out the beauty in humanity in much the same way it has brought out the bounty in nature.

Have a care where you tread.  A life lives on life.

Monday, September 17, 2012

Why I'm not here...

In case you happen to stop by my blog and find I am not at home, it's because I am out living a real life, riding real horses, farming in real dirt, enjoying my real body and loving my real girlfriend. It's what I do...

If you would like some coaching so you can do what you do for real... get in touch with me!

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Where ya been?

Sorry Barnyard... I've been busy hanging with my other blog:  http://coreeqlifecoach.blogspot.com

I'm hoping to get back to you or even better, I'm planning on you being a real book someday.  Hang in there, you are close to my heart and under my feet.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Rain

When it rains after a long dry spell, the grass and dirt smell like wealth to me.  Everything at first sucks in it's stomach against the shock of the cold until the warmth of their bodies find a middle ground between the cold of the sky and the heat of the sun. 
And then
everything seems to take a deep breath and soak in one more day of life.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Mother, May I?


Remember this?

I wanna cookie!!!”

“Ask nicely.”

“Can I have a cookie?”

“Please…”

Sigh, “May I please have a cookie?”

“Not now, you are about to have dinner.”

Did you think you didn’t get the cookie because you didn’t want it enough? That you, in some deep part of your soul, either didn’t have enough belief in the cookie? Perhaps you didn’t get the cookie because you didn’t say it in just the right way. Or maybe, your mother knows better than you do what is best for you in the long run. Maybe you aren’t vibrating the right energy to match the cookie’s vibrations. Maybe if I had been raised to believe in Christ as my Saviour I would have gotten a cookie. Or maybe Mohammed? Venus? Zeus??!!! What kind of sacrifices does a kid gotta make to get a damn cookie!!!!

Do you think George W got the cookie when he asked for it?

Maybe there wouldn’t be a world financial crisis if we just had gotten the cookie or if our mothers had said, “Here, you can have the cookie. But you can’t eat it now. This is the only cookie you get for the whole day. So if you eat it now, you won’t have it for later.”

Are you still trying to figure out how to get the cookie?

And if you have figured it out, does that mean you need a glass of milk now?

I think I will advertise myself as a Cookie Coach.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Overwhelm

This is a big tree.

Or maybe these are little people.

Is there too much out there?

Or not enough of me in here?

If out there, then I'll take smaller bites.

If in here, then I'll think bigger thoughts.

It is just a tree.

I'm only me.