Grim, Gripping and Excellent Story Telling. The Doll Factory by Elizabeth MacNeal.

The Doll Factory

By Elizabeth MacNeal

Pan MacMillan

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Silas is a loner, somebody who is a taxidermist. He is on the fringes of society of London in 1850.
Iris is a dissatisfied young woman who works for the horrible Mrs Salter, long hours painting the faces of china dolls at the doll emporium, alongside twin Rose. She is then given the opportunity to realise her dream and live a life she didn’t think was possible.
You also have the character of Albi, a child who introduces the two, and is involved as a go between the two.
It is a grim, bleak read. You can almost smell and feel the world between these pages, the descriptions were that good. You could say the build up was slow, but it’s so gripping in its story, the insights of Victorian life for women, the inequality, amid the backdrop of the Crystal Palace being built.
The ending was gripping. By then I was on the edge of my seat. I was almost on the floor. There’s a twist too, which I didn’t see coming and how the author could do that.

Not for those with a faint heart, The Doll Factory is grim, gripping, and excellent story telling. The Doll Factory had almost everything I love to read in a fiction novel.

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The Boatman by Kat Hawthorne Book Tour. My thoughts on this atmospheric Middle Grade fantasy book.

The Boatman

Kat Hawthorne

Genre: Middle Grade Horror, Fantasy

Publisher: Common Deer Press

Date of Publication: April 30, 2018

ISBN: 978-1-988761-20-6 paperback
ISBN: 978-1-988761-21-3 ebook

Number of pages: 126
Word Count: 25,000

Cover Artist and Illustrator: Dora Mitchell

Book Description:

Isabel Wixon is weird. Not only does she see dead things, but her list of friends consists of a talkative ventriloquist’s dummy and the gentlemanly spider that lives in her hair. Real friends? Too hard. Inventing friends is much easier. Inventing the Boatman—a terrible monster that lures kids into a strange sleeping sickness and never lets them go—probably wasn’t one of her better ideas though.



Izzy froze as the spirit of a young girl appeared before her. This morning, as she did on occasion, the girl had taken off her head. The ghost’s body hefted the head a few times, obviously fixing to lob it at Izzy. She stiffened. Izzy had never been hit by a detached head before, but she doubted it would be much fun.
“The Boatman is looking for you,” the ghost-girl said so quietly Izzy couldn’t be sure if what she’d heard was the ghost’s voice or the leaves on the trees above laughing as the rain tickled them. “You should be very careful not to—GAH!!”
Just then, and for no reason Izzy could see, the body fumbled and dropped the head. It crashed to the ground and began rolling away. “You cumbersome hunk of junk!” the head squealed as it bumped into a tree and came to an indelicate halt.
Blindly, the body bent over and began feeling around on the forest floor. Looking for something round, it located a large rock. It spent a few moments trying to lift it, but as everyone knows, ghosts cannot lift things. The head sighed. “Hello! I’m over here you brain dead oaf!” it hollered from its place near the tree. Finally, the body stumbled toward it.
After poking a finger in the head’s eye and shoving another up its nose, ghost-girl’s body heaved the head up by its stringy hair and placed it back onto its neck hole, spinning it around a few times as though it were screwing in a light bulb. When finally the head was fixed into place, though slightly crooked, the now-whole ghost-girl stretched as if she were stiff. “Silly, clumsy thing,” she said. “I swear, one day my body will lose me! How will I ever get a head then?” The ghost put a hand on her belly and chuffed at her own joke.
But not Izzy, she was too afraid to laugh. Instead, she swallowed. Usually when the headless ghost-girl appeared, Izzy ran away. But not today. There was something she’d been meaning to ask, and she knew that the only way to get the answer was to be brave and ask it. Besides, after the whole dropped head debacle and the thing about cracking jokes, the ghost seemed too distracted to be menacing. So Izzy stood as tall as she could and hoped the ghost would not notice her rattling knees. “Um,” she stammered, “who is the Boatman?”
The ghost crossed her arms over her chest. Her lips looked like a pair of bloated worms, particularly when they were pooched out, as they were right then. She tilted her head to the side, or at least she tilted it more to the side than it already was. “Did you just speak to me? Are you not frightened?”
“Yes—I mean no.” Izzy nodded and then shook her head. She peeled a slithering wet clump of hair off of her forehead. She looked back at the ghost, who still waited for an answer. “Oh…Um…I mean, yes I spoke, and no I’m not afraid.” It was half true at least.
The ghost-girl slumped, which made her seem far less frightening. “Really? Am I losing my touch? That would be the pits. I’ve been trying so hard.”
“Oh!” Izzy scrunched her eyebrows together. She didn’t want to hurt the ghost’s feelings. She simply hadn’t considered how the ghost must be feeling. After all, scaring people was the ghostly way. Everyone knew that.
Izzy scratched her pointy elbow then continued. “Well then, I admit that you’ve done a wonderful job scaring me these past few weeks. I mean, the head thing and the song—very creepy. Truly top notch material. However, I don’t know who this Boatman fellow is. I’m not sure if I ought to be afraid of him or not. Perhaps you could explain? That might help.”
The ghost rubbed her chin as if considering. “Well, if you think it will help.”
Izzy nodded. “I do.”
Theatrically, the ghost hovered a few inches off the ground and faded in and out as the trees swayed and small shafts of morning light blinked right through her. Her voice was low-pitched when she began to speak, very unlike the shrill soprano she took on while singing. “The Boatman is a hideous monster who lives in the world of dreams.” With this, the ghost waved her arm as if indicating that they were in the world of dreams currently. “He sails his rickety boat around on the lake of your thoughts. He is the one responsible for every nightmare you’ve ever had; he’s the one who controls your fear and…”
The ghost sighed and visibly deflated, seeming displeased by the quality of her storytelling. Izzy had to admit, the ghost’s tone had lost some pizazz as she went on. “Too over-the-top?” the ghost asked.
Izzy shrugged one shoulder. “Perhaps a teensy bit.”

About the Author:

Kat Hawthorne is a nerd times three. Besides writing, she enjoys creating visual art and playing her cello. She is mother to three small boys, who are unwittingly the inspiration for her need to write.

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My Review

The Laughter family cemetery sits at the centre of Laughter wood, where orphan Izzy can see and speak to the ghosts within. These ghosts are the victim of The Boatman. He lives in dreams, trapping souls. The story of this book is in escaping his reaches.

‘Don’t take his oars

W’ever you do

No matter how weak he seems

He’ll hold you fast

And not let you go,

And trap you in your dreams,’

The Boatman is believed to be an old tale, told by parents to their children. Izzy’s guardian is her aunt S. Laughter. After the recent death of her father Izzy now must attend a private school. This is where Izzy’s imagination is questioned, as she talks to the ghost of her father in the cemetery. Izzy is a bright, curious narrator with a child like innocence that is mirrored by another ghost that she talks to, Constance, who is the daughter of her aunt. She died at the same age as Izzy, years earlier. Add to this a talking spider, called Monty, and a talking doll. I like the characters; there are servants, and fusty tailors too involved. The horror is mild, but The Boatman is atmospheric. It reminded me of Roald Dahl, or Coraline. Whilst The Boatman does explore grief, it also has a humorous feel to it too. I think the length of this book left me disappointed, and I also felt that the threat of The Boatman could have been ramped up a little. Overall The Boatman is an enjoyable, kooky, read.

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Four Questions with Kailey Tedesco @KaileyTedesco

Kailey Tedesco



1, Tell us about you, and your writing (themes, influences etc.)

Both me and my writing are pretty strange. I know this because people often say “Kailey, you and your writing are kind of strange.” I take this as a compliment though. Currently, I live by an old (but still functioning) train yard with my fiance and our cats, Coraline and Marzipan. I teach English, and right now I’m teaching a course on witches in literature, and it is an absolute dream.
Last year, I watched the film The Neon Demon and it literally informed my style for months. When I find myself inspired by something, I tend to really juice it for as long as I can. Lately, though, I’m really interested by objects – Morton’s salt, Valentine’s, haunted dolls. I spend a lot of time in antique stores just wandering amongst all the things, and they are all so thick with emotion and feeling. I started going to find decorations for my wedding, but it turned out to be really fruitful for my writing as well.


2, What are some of the ways in which you promote your work, and do you find these add, or eat into, your time writing?

My favourite way to promote my work is by attending readings or events with the literary community. I love these because I feel like the promotion is more conversational and mutal this way. It feels more meaningful to swap books with another author I admire or even just to meet the writers I love following online face to face. I’ve met some of my best friends at these kinds of events, and I think this has only ever energized me.


3, What projects are you working on at present?

My first book, She Used to Be on a Milk Carton, will be out this week. While I was working on that project, another one sort of grew from its periphery. I kept writing these poems about Lizzie Borden, and I tried to get some of them to fit with SUTBOAMC, but it just wasn’t happening. Eventually, after my first book was accepted for publication, I realized I had enough Lizzie poems to create a whole new manuscript. I spent most of this winter working on that book, and compiling it into a cohesive first draft, I’m hoping to send that out to publishers in the sort of near future.
Right now, my life is in flux in many ways. I’m getting married, we’re looking for a new home, my parents are thinking of moving out of the house I spent most of my teenage years in, I’ve started a new job … it goes on. I think my poetry has reflected this flux and also my aforementioned love of objects. I’m really embracing the mess of it all, and my stuff is all so disparate right now. I’m going to tell myself that this is something good though.
I’m excited to see what sticks in my poetry after the mess is all cleared.


4, What does poetry mean to you?

Poetry and words and naming all have such power for me. I believe that poetry is in so many ways a form of witchcraft or magic. It’s the basis of spells and intentions. With a poem, something is created that wasn’t there before, and it’s that creation that alters the universe. This has been going on for forever, and this must be why poetry is one of the oldest professions. How would anyone know what to do next if it wasn’t for poetry? How would anyone know what to wish for?





Between body and spirit, place and soul, love and trauma, and logic and magic, Kailey Tedesco finds herself between two worlds in this stunning collection of debut poetry. Treading the line between the dual nature of our human spirit, this collection brings to light what our physical, and then spiritual, selves’ place is in the cosmos and the realm beyond our immediate sight.


Through images of Catholicism, heavenly bodies, caul births, dark magic, serpents, and God, Tedesco challenges what it means to be Woman in a world so clouded by opposing truths, illuminating herself and elevating our human experience.



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