Sunday, April 6, 2014

Scary Modsters... and Creepy Freaks - Blog Tour!

Christy's Review:

Scary Modsters ...and Creepy FreaksScary Modsters ...and Creepy Freaks by Diane Rinella
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

4 ModStars!

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This isn’t a book I would normally pick up based on the synopsis. I wanted to read it for one reason, and one reason alone. Because I’ve loved all the authors previous books. I’m very happy I gave this book a go! It was an enjoyable and original read and the writing was wonderful!

We meet Rosalyn, who is a girl who was born in the wrong era. She’s tried to fit in with the current times, but she has to be who she is. She is fun, unique and spunky. I loved that she was who she was. She accepted and embraced the things that were different about her.
I’ve tried to be like them and embrace something trendy. But in being part of the in crowd I found I was betraying myself. My heart only sings when I’m truthful about my passions for clothes and music of the past.

She meets Niles at a bar when she’s out with her best friend Jacqueline. Niles seems like he could be just the type of guy she’s been looking for. He is also a little quirky. Maybe, just maybe they both could have found their match?
The joy on her face is encouraging. Maybe I have found someone like me. Scratch that. No one is ever like me.

Then there is Peter Lane. Famous musician from the 60’s who died too young. All Peter wanted to do was make music that he loved and be with his girl. Nothing for him went right. For some reason, Peter and Rox have this connection. I’m going to stay tight lipped about the rest... because you just have to read it and enjoy the ride!

Rosalyn, Peter, Niles, I loved them all!  As I said before, this book was a little different than what I would normally read, but I love reading things that aren’t always my go to genre. It had an incredibly unique story line. Fun and funky.  Fast paced. Never boring. I always enjoy this authors writing. She serisouly has a way with words, and makes you fall in love with her characters. A wonderful read about soul mates, staying true to who you are, friendship, music, love, and passion.

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All I ever wanted was someone to smile with. Someday, when our worlds collide, my soul will be complete. Until then I await your simple hello and the colors of pink and purple that will forever flower my world.

**ARC kindly provided by author in exchange for an honest review**

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Scary Modsters… and Creepy Freaks

A fantastical romance involving a girl, the music that fuels her, and her Ouija board.

Rosalyn possesses a sunny personality that is laced with quirks. Although she seeks acceptance in a world where she lives out of time, what she gets is ridiculed for her eclectic wardrobe and unconventional music collection.

One fateful night, Rosalyn bewitches Niles, a stylish man whose offbeat character perfectly complements her own. Unfortunately, he possesses a critical flaw that means relationship suicide for him and pretty much anyone.

While under the influence of insomnia-impaired judgment, Rosalyn summons Rock ‘n Roll deity Peter Lane back from the dead. Not only does he spin her hormones into a frenzy, Peter is also the precarious puzzle piece that brings sense into her world. When Niles learns that he can overcome his life-long challenge by helping Peter avenge his death, how far will he go to secure Rosalyn’s heart?


A brunette, a raven-haired beauty, and a girl looking like a peacock all walk into a bar. No, it's not a joke; it's my not-so-mundane life that generally feels like the setup for a wisecrack.
No matter how many times my friends and I claim we are going to do something new, every Friday night we find our tushes planted at Mulligan's. However, today our weekly Friday night venture truly seemed out of the cards since my friends were originally too tired from their workweeks to consider anything short of collapsing. When you are in your early thirties and single you should be embracing life, not rotting on a sofa. Thus when my friends bailed I detoured into Warped Records which is both a second home and how I envision my little corner of Heaven. Some would call the smell of old album covers a dank stench, but to me it's a musky perfume that seeps into my pores and comforts me with the knowledge that no matter what fails me I always have my sanctuary.
Among the bins of paradise and the blaring Siouxsie the perfect gem captured my gaze and held it for ransom. Before me was a pair of eyes so unlike any other that they were nearly indescribable.
Piercing? No. That implies they shot through my skin and reached my heart; however, these somehow reached my soul. Captivating? Again that was misleading. While they did hold my attention they also kept me at bay. Perhaps haunting? Yes, they did indeed haunt me. They also seemed to follow me to wherever I stood. A true description was so elusive that the color wasn't easily defined. They were deep blue, yet also flannel grey with a hint of green. In a certain light they seemed black with specks of gold. 
All of these emotions and colors were brought forth by just one picture—a picture on an album that had been slipped into plastic and unceremoniously tacked to the wall, yet somehow it jumped out at me and begged for worship.
“Who are those guys?” I asked Shane, the store's clerk. Shane's tight black pants, white Split Enz T-shirt, black suspenders, and short, curly brown hair made him look like a skinny, nineteen eighties teenager in a forty-something-year-olds body. His hot pink English Beat button sold the outfit. In an odd way our obsessions make us kindred spirits. It may be like we are third cousins, twice removed, but kindred nonetheless.
“Not a clue.” Shane absent-mindedly tapped a pencil on a note pad while his hazel eyes sat on a ragged copy of Rolling Stone that was decades out of date. “How is it you don't know? You're the super genius that no one can stump.” He sighed, conceding to the call of duty. “I suppose you want me to halt my important work and show it to you.”
“If it's not too much of a bother to pull yourself away from that fascinating article on INXS that is so old it will soon disintegrate, then yes, please. I would appreciate your struggle of removing the tack for a lady.”
With the flick of his wrist, Shane sent the magazine spinning across the counter. “Geez, you practically live here so I thought you would be more at home yanking the thing off yourself.” 
“Glad to see that chivalry is alive and well at Warped Records.”
The album was presented with a bow. “Milady, as per your request.” Shane's smugness made me grin. “Anyway, it arrived with some other records from a recent estate sale. Rob seemed to know who they were.”
My eyes honed in on the price tag. “Six dollars? That's a lot for a potentially crappy band no one has heard of.”
Shane's view floated from the magazine to the notepad. “Yep. Six bucks is what this says. I hung it next to the two hundred dollar, Jagger-signed, Goat's Head Soup to be funny.”
Four men, who were partially obscured by a golden overlay of paisleys and swirls, stared back at me. Their clothes were colorful, slightly Edwardian, and accented with fur. It was all very fashionable for the nineteen sixty-eight copyright printed on the back of the cover that held no liner notes. Three of the men felt so insignificant that they were but mere blurs. All I noticed was the cute one with the sandy blonde hair and magnetic eyes whose signature started with the letter P.
 My fingers glided over the autograph whose ink felt as if it were luxurious azure velvet. It also gave off an energy that put a beat in my head. What really caught my attention was a spot of what appeared to be dried blood. When I touched it, a fuzz reminiscent of the thrill I get when hearing a vintage guitar effects pedal vibrated through. I had to have that album!

Author Bio
Enjoying San Francisco as a backdrop, the ghosts in Diane’s 150-year old Victorian home augment the chorus in her head. With insomnia as their catalyst, these voices have become multifarious characters that haunt her well into the sun’s crowning hours, refusing to let go until they have manipulated her into succumbing to their whims. Her experiences as an actress, business owner, artisan cake designer, software project manager, Internet radio disc jockey, vintage rock n’ roll journalist/fangirl, and lover of dark and quirky personalities influence her idiosyncratic writing.

1 comment:

  1. Thank you, Christy, for this amazing review! From day one I have appreciated how you were willing to take a chance on my work. Thank you so much for all of your support!


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