I have a problem. My TBR pile is on the verge of becoming sentient and may or may not have its eye on the small animals that dwell in my home in order to fuel its ever-growing rage. Yet I keep adding to it. It grows stronger every day and yet I just can't stop collecting the pieces in a never-ending attempt to complete its soul.
I am currently accepting books for review. Read my policy for more information. I'd recommend against just firing off a review request without reading it. I'll just end up feeding it to the looming pile and you'll never hear back from me.
Tim Burton was a total weirdo, even at the beginning. Beetlejuice is the freak kid’s answer to Stepford, the movie actually set in Connecticut in a pristine little home that just so happens to be haunted by ghosts that can rip their faces off. And one grody dude. And then there’s Winona Ryder in her ever-fitting goth motif. Between the sand worms and the bugs, Beetlejuice is just plain epic.