Okay, so we're nearing the witching hour (Halloween), and October is the perfect month to talk about horror.
Now, I'll admit that I'm a huge wimp. I don't watch a lot of horror, because then I can't sleep at night. And my definition of horror is like, the 20/20 episodes about serial killers. I seriously make my 13-year-old son check the closets if the doors are closed and I don't remember closing them.
Watching movies and shows are much more impactful for me than reading, but I still don't read a lot of horror.
Unless you count the horror in dystopian novels. Because let's face it, dystopian novels aren't all sunshine and unicorns.
In an America devastated by war and plague, the only way to survive is to keep moving.
Sounds horrific to me. Yet it was one of my favorite reads of 2011.
Saba has spent her whole life in Silverlake, a dried-up wasteland ravaged by constant sandstorms. The Wrecker civilization has long been destroyed, leaving only landfills for Saba and her family to scavenge from.
Actually, the thought of a "dried-up wasteland" doesn't sound that appealing. And in BLOOD RED ROAD, there are some gruesome scenes that are simply brilliant. Horrific? Definitely. And I loved it.
In the violent country of Ludania, the language you speak determines what class you are, and there are harsh punishments if you forget your place—looking a member of a higher class in the eye can result in immediate execution.
I haven't read this yet, but I'm dying to be deliciously horrified.
When Thomas wakes up in the lift, the only thing he can remember is his first name. His memory is blank.
I can't think of anything more horrifying than waking up and remembering absolutely nothing. I think our memories make us who we are, and it would be difficult to even know where to go or what to do moving forward.
A fantastically horrifying read.
Nailer, a teenage boy, works the light crew, scavenging for copper wiring just to make quota-and hopefully live to see another day.
I don't know about you, but I'm not just trying to live to see another day. This novel has its fair share of violence, and it fits the world perfectly. But I was horrified--in the best way possible.
So I think I actually read a lot of horror. Maybe not blood and guts and people crawling through TVs, but still.
What do you think? Are dystopian novels horrifying?