A Review of SINGULARITY: Psychology, Terror, and the Power of the Mind

A Review of SINGULARITY: Psychology, Terror, and the Power of the Mind

Pulvis et umbra sumus {We are but dust and shadows}”
–Horace

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When Helena Hann-Basquiat asked if anyone would be interested in reading an advanced copy of Singularity I jumped at the opportunity, despite the fact that I have limited time to read/write/think/create this summer. Why? Because I love the way these collaborators work, and the beauty of their words even when they write terrifying or horrific things. Reading one of the Jessica B. Bell stories is like taking a journey into the deepest, darkest secrets of your own mind–the place where sex, violence, desire, and power all whisper their most precious secrets.

This book does not disappoint. Each story, each character is rich and intriguing, as you are brought into a place where you begin to wonder what is real. What does reality even mean? Where do characters and stories come from? Who is real and who isn’t? Can Helena and Jessica both be real? Does reality even matter or the stories we tell that shape that reality?

When I write, sometimes it seems as if the characters take on a life of their own. They are telling their story, I am merely the conduit. My one desire as an author is to have the facility over words that will bring the characters to life for my readers–to make them real. Hann-Basquiat has that ability. The characters and stories in this book become terrifyingly real–real enough to make you look over your shoulder into the shadows, tense at the scent of smoke in the air, cringe at the possibility that you might see something uncomfortable just around the corner. And yet . . . you must keep reading in order to discover the truth, if that’s even what it is.

This book is for anyone who likes twisted tales, creative  non-linear storytelling, deep thoughts, and the possibility that what we perceive as reality is only in our minds. Pre-order your copy today! 

“We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.”
–William Shakespeare