Kat Kennedy's Reviews > Girl of Nightmares

The following book has been found in an abandoned, run-down house along with a body, a pen, and a worn and tattered copy of Girl of Nightmares.  The walls have many words and phrases written in blood. It's contents provide the only clues to the

events that led to the the death of a person and an increasing string of disturbances in the area.

It reads as such:

 

This is a journal of my reading expedition.  I have traveled to this remote locale so that I may read Girl of Nightmares by Kendare Blake in solitude.  Rumour has it that this book is cursed and that whosoever reads it is doomed to have their wits scrambled and to be left insensible.  Nevertheless I bravely proceed and scoff in the face of superstition.  My intention is that others may benefit from the experiences chronicled within my journal and use it as a reference guide in their own reading experiences of Blake's second dip into the Anna Dressed in Blood Universe.

Page 1

I have been intrigued and saddened by the beginning.  Dearest Anna, it seems, will likely not be a major character in this book, alas.  But the writing remains of quality and it seems there are to be some ghost.

Page 48

There have been some instances of exciting ghost happenings, but also a great deal of plot set up and relationship dynamics.  I rather wonder what the hype is but shall persevere for now.

Page 150

It has been a difficult slog.  There has been average levels of awesome recorded and long stretches between badassery.  I have grown weary of the angst and seek to end the experiment.  Perseverance forces me onward and the everlasting hope that I shall one day be reunited with Anna. Her lack of presence in this novel has made it cumbersome and Cas' angst, and the secrecy surrounding him is wearisome.  I am starting to doubt the curse.  Worse yet, I am starting to doubt Blake.  How far I have fallen?  Tonight I shall weep tears of disappointment as I sleep with the lights on.

Page 235

Hark? Is this the same novel?  Surely some great charm has bewitched me.  My instruments do not lie, yet surely there has been a mistake.  When I documented the levels of awesome, I was forced to notarize in my ledger that it was over 9000 and was unable to take further measurements for I had incidentally crushed my scouter in response.  "What? 9000?" I said in shock and awe.  "There's no way that can be right!"

I am not sure what happened next for I blacked out and was awoken the next day by hazy memories.  There are now strange markings on the wall but I know not what they mean.  I fear I have put them there.  Am I becoming a monster?  Can this curse be true and is it tampering with my senses?

Page 291

I understand now.  I was foolish and ignorant before, but I have been shown the way.  There is no human explanation.  Yet I realize now that life has no meaning, but for this book.  It is my only love.  My purpose.  It is the reason I have been born.  There is no curse.  Those who have not read it have been cursed.  It is all so clear to me now.  I have written a song for Blake that brings tears to my eyes as I sing it continuously throughout the night. It has become my only companion through out my enlightenment.  I have written it down so that this knowledge may be passed on through the ages.

Blake Blake Blake Blake, Blake.
BlakeBlake, Blake Blake Blake Blake Blake,
Blake Blake Blake, BlakeBlake.
BlakeBlakeBlake...Blake Blake Blake.
Blake

I hope that I am one day able to sing this song to her in person and that SHE WILL BE PLEASED WITH ME!

Page 332

OHTHEMOTHERFUCKINGAWESOMEITHINKICRIEDITWASJUSTSOBEAUTIFULWHYDIDITHAVETOENDCANTTHEREBEMOREHOWCUOLDYOUDOTHISTO

MEBUTITWASJUSTSOPERFECTILOVEDITSOMUCHSOMUCHWIN!

Snargle half-blabber!

JOY!

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