Anna Dressed in Blood by Kendare Blake

 
 
 
Just your average boy-meets-girl, girl-kills-people story. . .

Cas Lowood has inherited an unusual vocation: He kills the dead.

So did his father before him, until his gruesome murder by a ghost he sought to kill. Now, armed with his father’s mysterious and deadly athame, Cas travels the country with his kitchen-witch mother and their spirit-sniffing cat. Together they follow legends and local lore, trying to keep up with the murderous dead—keeping pesky things like the future and friends at bay.

When they arrive in a new town in search of a ghost the locals call Anna Dressed in Blood, Cas doesn’t expect anything outside of the ordinary: move, hunt, kill. What he finds instead is a girl entangled in curses and rage, a ghost like he’s never faced before. She still wears the dress she wore on the day of her brutal murder in 1958: once white, but now stained red and dripping blood. Since her death, Anna has killed any and every person who has dared to step into the deserted Victorian she used to call home.

And she, for whatever reason, spares his life.
(Excerpt from GoodRead)
 
 
 

 
 
 
Okay so I’m not going to tell you how amazing and wonderful and brilliant and disturbingly twisted this book is. I also won’t tell you the cover is gorgeous and I’m dying (no pun intended) for the next addiction Girl of Nightmares. So what the hell am I going to tell you? Well, my friend, I’m going to tell you this:
 
Do NOT under any circumstances read this book when you are:
a) Alone at home, possibly in the dark, possibly at night.
b) Want to sleep at all… EVER.
 
But then again, you’re probably braver than me and devour horror books the way Anna devours people, but me, I nearly gave myself a heart attack at one point.
 
This is what happened.
 
It started with a friend (Imma lookin’ at you Cheles Bells) telling me about this book. I’d owned it for a while, but being a wuss, I could never bring myself to read it. Well, I picked it up and began reading.
 
I began reading somewhere around 7pm and finished at 4am (Only because I had to put the book down for 2hrs somewhere in there to watch a movie *eyeroll*) Anyway.
 
It happened at around 2am. I needed a drink. The house was quiet, dark, everyone else fast asleep, oblivious to the creaks and groans the house always seems to make when I’m ready to jump out of my skin at the slightest sound. I walk down the hall, a hall I’ve ventured down at least a million times, and mysteriously forget about the damn mirror hanging there.
 
I have never jumped so high, or screamed so loud in my life. The idiot in the mirror looked as piss scared as I felt, until I realized oh wait, that’s me! Dur!
 
Anyway, enough about me. Back to the book.
 
Awesome book. It was witty, the characters loveable and there’s romance! Yeah, I know. I didn’t think that would be possible in horror books, but dude, there was lovies!
 
Did I enjoy the book? Me, yes. My heart, not so much
 
Would I recommend this book to friends? Well, you’re a friend and I’m rec’ing, so yeah, totally!
 
Would I read more from this author? Hmm, I dunno, I think I need an early copy of book 2 to be sure *grin*
 
 
 

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