Karen White

Anyone who knows me knows my extreme love for books. That is why I have been dubbed by one person as Ms. Kindle. My kindle is pretty much the most amazing thing I have ever owned (thank you, boyfriend). In the 2.5 years I have owned it I have read many, many books and plan to read more and more as I get the chance. I am always on the lookout for a good author and my mother has introduced me to one I Love love love. Her name is Karen White and she is pretty much fantastic. KAREN WHITE I started reading her books a few months ago and after today I think I have one left... It just came out on May 3rd and it is called Beach Trees. She writes books that have a lot of tragedy in them and also a lot of "What's going to happen next?" anticipation. It's actually kind of funny that I would like her considering my experience with the first book I read.

I don't like to be scared and I have a teensy bit of fear of the dark/unknown blah blah blah. Either way, I don't like to be scared and when my mother gave me these paperback books for Christmas I was a little bit hesitant to read them (and not just because that would mean I had to put down my kindle). She warned me that they were a little bit scary, but well worth it. So I started reading the first book The House On Tradd Street and it was at night and I had to make my way from the living room to the bedroom down a long/dark/scary hall. I stood by the light switch in the living room for a good five minutes before I decided to turn out the lights and run for it. I got to the door in the hall and scratched the crap out of my arm as I proceeded to run into it. (I'm pretty sure I didn't tell anyone this part of the story) So what do I do next? Well, I bleed... I bleed all the way to my room and to this day I have a little teeny tiny scar on my arm. So the obvious thing to do here would be to either STOP reading the book or read it during the day, right? Oh no... That's just not Tera-style. Instead I find myself in a similar predicament a few days later. I am pretty sure I was reading the second book The Girl on Legare Street which scared me just as much. For whatever reason I thought it would be a good idea to read at night...again... in the living room...again. This time I went to turn the lights off in the living room and absolutely convinced myself that it wasn't necessary. Since I am the only person there the only person it could possibly bother is me and I love lights. LOVE them (or so I told myself)

The moral of the story is... Move on to the other books because none of the other ones are the slightest bit scary and Karen White has a good sense of humor so you might even laugh out loud a time or two.