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Sometimes a Bologna Sandwich is…Lakebridge: Autumn: @lakebridgecycle No.3

…and sometimes it isn’t

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I could not resist using the line, yes I make myself giggle, but this week has been one of the most difficult of my life in a long time. I think perhaps I will write about it later but today I want to share Lakebridge: Autumn, a book which is part of the series which is near and dear to my heart. Review-black-marble

I am always leery when reviewing books by authors I end up becoming close friends with. I was one of the lucky ones who got spoon fed the chapters before the final draft and in the end I let the last few just sit in my inbox because I did not want to ruin the full book experience. After my reviews of Lakebridge: Spring and Lakebridge: SummerI am hard pressed to top the complex deconstruction of that with this new installment of the horror series from Natasha. To simply say it will scare your pants off is doing Autumn an injustice. To say go read it, is just strong-arming those who trust me (but GO READ IT). What I will say is this is the best in the series and has secured itself in what hopefully will become a cult classic in the area of horror.

As I have mentioned in the past, horror for me is not just a genre. However in our reading world today everything needs to be in it’s own special box and it is a specific genre which is one of the most popular across most forms of media/entertainment. We as a society need more and more to get our heart racing, unfortunately some writers and film makers feel the need to just shock us instead of challenge us on a deeper level, as the masters in the past have. Horror books would be more about the psychological aspects of fear instead of being lazy and showing us gore. If you have noticed the only books within horror I have been reviewing lately are zombie books because let’s face it, those at least are not really about the gore, and the zombies are not the monsters in the book but part of the landscape. The real monsters are within the people. Troop does the same thing, except…. but I don’t want to compare her to zombie reads, her books are literary fiction, as is “complex, literate, multilayered novels that wrestle with universal dilemmas”.[Sarrick 2005, page 32]. Lakebridge: Autumn is not a book you can breeze through and skim in areas. Jump into the book and discover the other monsters some with form and some with no form. It is up to you to discern and separate them and at times let them take over.

There is a movie I have watched over and over again, FOUR ROOMS unlike many people what I find intriguing about this movie is that though each “episode” within each room is setting us up for the finale. You can read each of them by themselves, but you will miss the thread that holds the books together (yes there is another book coming… and I will apologize to you ahead of time for what I will be posting…). Lakebridge: Spring is setting it up, giving us just a tiny taste of the kind of writer she is. Lakebridge: Summer allows us to feel almost safe but still tasting a bit of grit … Lakebridge: Autumn? Oh holy crap make sure you are not on anything because otherwise you will be questioning a few things and have one of those bizarre conversations with the cat because everyone is thrown on one of those carnival rides which spin you around and around and around..and darkness falls because.. well

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(I warned you guys!)

moosePerhaps one of Troop’s strongest talents going for her is character development. By now readers of the other two in the series are majorly invested in some of the main characters, especially Gil. Who would have thought this one-armed man who was building toy trebuchets to take out his tiny covered bridges while selling Birch Beer to extremely tall women who are passing through on their way to Vermont, that is if they can resist the pull of the bridge and not heed the warnings of a lone moose… Oh the Moose…( hmmm maybe the moose is the MacGuffin..)

Her characters, even the ones which are at the beginning of each book (see excerpt) all solid. We are completely entranced by even the mention of some weird lady living in a cabin in the woods with some obsession about bacon (who the hell inspired this I have no clue.. hmm). The funny thing is, well the humour! It is chuck full of it. Talk about a story device (and there are a plenty within the book). She builds up all these characters, some as simple as the hermit in the woods, some as complex as Gil. No matter what we are heavily invested in each and every one so when Troop does what she does to a few of them, well let’s face it we are shocked, we feel and we weep or we go… WTF now what??? We all want to have certain folks make it… but this is a horror story, and when I saw this is going to go boom I thought I understood it… then it ended and things started to crumble and a door opened in my mind (not just in the end of the book but several times throughout) I went …

And the people go... OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But what about the sandwich? I mean if a bridge is not just a bridge, and a sandwich is… or is it? Or is the sandwich not a sandwich but a bridge or… help! Seriously, perhaps the bologna sandwich is the MacGuffin! Hmmmmm… well, you never know till you read it!

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9 1/2 out of 10 and for the rest of the platforms 5 out of 5

about-the-book---black-marbleSometimes a Bologna Sandwich is…Lakebridge: Autumn: @lakebridgecycle No.3Lakebridge: AutumnSeries: The Lakebridge Cycle - Book 3 by Natasha Troop five-stars Pages: 183 Published by Red Frog Publishing on March 14, 2014 Genres: Fantasy, Horror, Literary Fiction Source & Buy Links: Masquerade Tours
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The town of Stansbury, Vermont has survived over four hundred years of tragic events. The town survived because the otherworldly beings and powerful humans that have always controlled the lives of the people willed them to forget each terrible event.

As the bloody conflict between those forces has been raging, the people have stopped forgetting. Fear and grief have replaced peaceful ignorance and the powers that be no longer care.

In Lakebridge: Autumn, Stansbury will fall.

{I own the book, bought it the moment it came out and therefor even if it would not influence me, this is my opinion without influence. She maybe a dear friend.. in fact because she is I would rip her a new one if I felt the book was bunk and know she could take it but just so you know … bought and paid for}

From Chapter 1

Just a tease from the uncorrected proof (so no quoting this is an unauthorized excerpt)

Her name is Jessica Emily Grayson and she was born in someplace called Encino and she is a maker of worlds and her father is just right there…

He found the line of energy that connected the girl to her father and extended his reach through the girl to her parent, being sure not to absorb any of it into himself because then the entity would have access to them both and it would use him as an anchor to feed. As long as he was on the bridge, what was his belonged to the entity. He needed to escape.

The man’s name is Sanford Charles Grayson and his friends call him Sandy and he the savior of the world and his wife is just right there…

He found the line of energy that connected the man to his spouse and it was full of power and love and he extended his reach through the man to the wife and mother.

The woman’s name is Alexandra Elizabeth Grayson and she has made an art form of loving her family and she is hiding something from him.

But he had an anchor off of the bridge. It was almost enough.

“It’s not enough, Francis.” That voice like manic harps echoed through the interior of the construct. He looked up at the angel the entity pretended to be, the figure it had drawn from his own mind so many years ago as an image of purity and virtue. That was now a dark distortion of the idea of love he once expressed.

“I won, Jess!” A voice laughed from the other end. He found the line of energy that connected Alexandra to the voice, her son, and it was love like the entity would never understand and he extended his reach through the mother to the son.

The boy’s name is Mark Zachary Grayson and he wishes he was special.

But you are special, Mark. He whispered into the boy’s soul. You are my salvation.

“You may not leave, Francis! You do not have my permission!” The entity screamed at him, the force of the anger nearly warping the music of its voice out of tune. But its halo went on spinning and its smile never grew teeth and he knew now as he knew from before that it was angriest when it had no power to stop him.

The family’s connection was strong enough to support him as he pulled himself from the bridge. It happened in less than a moment. At least it seemed like less than a moment. Was that time again? He wasn’t sure what a moment was anymore except that he was conscious of it passing as he was the light of the sun on his face.

He opened his eyes and there they were, Alex and Sandy. He loved them for bringing their family to him, to help him even if they didn’t know they were. And he lamented that they had to give up so much so that he could escape. He knew Sandy would understand that sacrifices needed to made.

He stood and tested his legs. He would need food soon if he wanted to remain standing. But first he walked over to where Alexandra Elizabeth Grayson fell to the ground. He knelt to her and kissed her and silently thanked her for the gift of her family.

Then he stood and turned back to the thing, which hovered there behind him, pretending to flap its ridiculous wings. He opened his hand and imagined a small, black sphere in it. He gave it a name and asked it to do him a favor.

“You can’t leave me here, Francis. You can’t leave me here again!”

“I’m not what I was.”

He tossed the sphere at the entity and watched as it began to strip away its disguise and aligning it to something closer to its truest nature.

“You have no idea what I can do.”

He turned from the thing and the bridge and went to go find some food.

 

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About Natasha Troop

Natasha grew up in Southern California and received her Bachelor’s degree from UCLA in Comparative Literature. She also holds a Masters’ Degrees in both Secondary Education and Creative Writing. Natasha currently lives in the Los Angeles area with her spouse, son, daughter and menagerie of pets. Aside from writing novels (she has published the first three in her Lakebridge cycle and expects the fourth to be available by the Winter of 2016), she spends her days attempting to teaching high school students to love theatre and at least admit to liking one book before they graduate.

Natasha blogs about her writing occasionally at Notes From Stansbury, VT

The main staple of the Lakeside Jail is bologna sandwiches. Sheriff Jen has a limited budget and this is a quirky fun thing in the book. I was hard pressed to be able to give you a decent recipe for this spectacular culinary delight. Thankfully we have this man to show us the way… Jen? How do you make yours, fold the meat or stack it? Mix the mayo and mustard ahead of time or let it … well watch and see…

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2 Comments

  1. Jen can’t afford much more than mustard. If she were to do more, Sean might think she was going soft on him.

  2. I am already going through withdrawals and need winter but I want to wait as hard as it is for the whole thing so I can read it at once. Natasha should be read by everyone on the planet and maybe in outer space she is so freaking good at making me a gushy fan girl.

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