Böcker av Joe Paul Vanhaverbeke

Epiphanies are few and far between, a juxtaposition bringing things together in a way hard to deny, its intent to allow the recipient something they hadn't, or wouldn't, have put together themselves. Fate and the gods were vehicles sourced by Shakespeare and Homer employed to allow influence and reflection. In my version, three old hags boiling toil and trouble have been consolidated into an individual who sits at the tiller of his conveyance making course corrections as the universe passes through his plane, guiding it through the seconds, minutes, and hours of time as the future becomes the present and transitions to the past. Our play, timewise, begins with the curse of immortality placed on a 90-year-old man, Bob, Fate allowing his hold card time to gain substance for an upcoming convergence in the year 2222. 10,000 years pass before a second player is added, Archie, the detective assigned to Bob's case, finding himself with an immortal perp. Bob is the one who allows Archie his epiphany, a solid like no other, to see the error of his ways, the treatment of his wife, Rose, but not until she is on her deathbed. He wasn't a bad man, but his age and technology created a bitter one that leaked into everything around him, Rose a victim by proximity. A friendship develops and carries into The Sequel on Mars 200 years later where five gods displace all the previous ones, Bob a key factor. During Rose's easing, Archie makes a pledge to find the WABAC Machine, to go back and make things right by her, and his journey finds legs in The Sequel, its whereabouts located on Mars through a set of events arranged by Fate with a purpose in mind. The Night is an urban fantasy whose end transforms into fantasy, The Sequel an eclectic series of sci-fi and fantasy events needed to move things to Archie's desired end. Please note that every god that has ever existed is in my story, but not all of them have speaking parts. The table of contents shows a progression of events by way of chapters, an insight into its making: ContentsEasing Into the NightAn Introduction to EasingNurse Washington's First Day on the Job Goes to Hell in a HandbasketAnd Then Came ArchieArchie's Investigation Introduces a Reality ShiftInterview with the ImmortalThe Captain: Archie's Arch-NemesisArchie's Realization that Rose's Life was no Bed of RosesThe Agony and the EcstasyBob has a WTF Moment in the HoosegowBob's Cell Mates Come to the RescueArchie and the Captain Part WaysBob Ain't in Kansas AnymoreBob Returns for a Changing of the GuardBob's Promotion is the Death of HimThe Story of BobEasing Into the SequelThe Beginning-BobMusk City, Mars, 2222 hundred, February 22, 2222The First is the HardestArchie and the Car Computer, JamesThe Memory StickAnd the Gods come TogetherJack and Bob Compare NotesThe Beginning-ArchieThe Beginning-JamesThe Beginning-HALJack Gives Heaven a RedoArchie's Immortality DilemmaAn Introduction to FateThe Big Bang Tale or Fate Makes His EntranceThe Manipulation of Minutia and The WABAC MachineFate Takes a BreakArchie's Easing or Frostbite Falls Mourns a HeroThe Story of ArchieNote: The WABAC Machine InvoiceFate's EncoreWhere Do Gods Go When They Die Enjoy, Joe Paul

When we left Bob, he was dead, something of a setback for an immortal who had lived 10,000 years, but Jack, the guy in the white room, had told him he was going to become a god, a promotion of sorts for all the easings he had done. Archie has been handed the baton for easing, and after the baton and time's passing, it was found to come with a perk, immortality. Upon Bob's demise, the Universe aligned to its new reality. He's been gone 200 years and Archie has relocated to Mars where he works at Musk City's Unsolved Crimes division. Archie has settled into his immortality, his subtle nature belying the effects he's had on mankind for two centuries. All the gods that ever existed have disappeared, but the replacement team is in and their paths cross at the Mar's spaceport where Archie is picking up a new employee. Jack is back, the combination platter of the gods. Bob is coming off his 200-year hiatus. There's a computer collective, HAL, that's promoted to god and replaces Jobs, Gates, Turing, and the other computer gods, and the God Gene, aka James, a combination of energy and biological matter, a lab-created god. Archie is bestowed godhood, he was found to be a lightning rod for truth, justice, and the American way, his being constantly aligned, plumb with what was right and just, his moral compass unwavering, fused with the Universe in a way that gets Fate and the All's attention. He's also had 200 years to think about Rose. His godhood becomes the wager in a high-stakes gamble to make up for all he had done to her when he gets a lead on the means and latches onto it like chrome on a trailer hitch ball. The gods worshipped today aren't the ones our ancient relatives prayed to. How many gods have been replaced since the beginning of mankind leaving the Volcano Gods and their ilk left in the lurch, gods real to their believers until as time passed they were lost in history, not even memories left? Just because a god is forgotten, can it go away, can you just dispose of a god? Where do gods go when they die? (I ask these questions so you don't have to.) The Sequel includes: All the gods ever worshipped by man, together for the first time (not all have speaking parts). The story of the big bang, a ruckus romp through the widespread devastation that was our beginning challenging the Universe's pucker power. "It boiled out like when you mix vinegar and baking soda but to a somewhat exacerbated degree, an instantaneous release of roiling energy." Introducing Fate, Time, and the All, a look into the business end of their operation with peeks into Fate's plane of existence. Excerpt: "The skies have been my life, but I see nothing in this one I've ever seen before," said Michio Kaku. "This is not the physics we know. It is some inside out, backward, unbalanced version, but quantified by its being-I exist, therefore I am. It cannot be denied what stares into our faces every moment of our existence, we just don't know what that is." Einstein stood puffing on his pipe and shaking his head, all his quantifications amounted to a hill of black holes in this sky. Yankee Stadium, back when baseball was 'The' game and some players elevated to gods, Mantle and Marris with DiMaggio on deck in a peek in time. Wannabe-Watson programs allow a semblance of conversation with computers in the year 2222, so Archie engages his car's computer delivering convoluted life lessons. The WABAC Machine, pulled from the annals of history (that must have hurt) and delivered by Fate to . . . you'll have to read the book to see. An urban fantasy detective sci-fi romance novel for adults. The setting is Mars and the atmosphere is thin but there's just enough to tie up all the loose ends from Easing into the Night, the Sequel a noble tale light in gravity, a fun romp through the Universe. Dare to enjoy!

This is a story of friendship, an unlikely one that develops between a cantankerous old detective, Archie, and an immortal, Bob. Their meeting allows Archie into Bob's world in a way he can't deny, experiencing for himself a mystic ritual he wasn't sure of and realizing how close he came to missing something in his personal life that would have devastated him later. Bob is trapped in a 90-year-old body, his immortality a curse by a powerful Shaman due to an indiscretion involving someone in the Shaman's inner circle. It entailed his treatment of women.Excerpt: "My whole life, I had used women up, spit them out, and then found another younger, prettier, hotter woman to take their place. The only reason I ended up with the 104-year-old was she pursued me, I having a name that was of some small notoriety with the women of that age group, along the line of Casanova, just not to that degree." Bob's immortality was dependent on easings. The Shaman had said, "Ease them into the night where they will go and be what they are." He would find women left alone in their declining years and help them enjoy their last days on earth. At death, he would hold their hand and talk them through it, history scattered with his easings. Bob is involved in a 911 call when the latest of his wives dies at the local hospital and his ritual is misinterpreted. Archie is the large, old detective assigned to his case. He's been soured by life and computers, his gruff demeanor and caustic language a part of him he isn't aware of, his personality alienating everyone. Friendless, he's surprised when he takes a liking to Bob. A google search reveals a discrepancy in Bob's age as Archie follows a trail of buried wives back through time thinking he'd found a serial killer. At some point, it went back too far and defied reality. His interest was piqued, and an interview was set up. 'Immortal' envisions wonders and stimulates our curiosity, the reality a shadow of what we imagined as our detective learns along with some valuable life lessons. Though there is a fascination with this mythical creature, Archie's only concern is if what he's doing is a crime. Just the facts are what Archie has lived by his whole career as a detective, and immortality wasn't a factor on his justice scale. He also finds a note hidden in an old Excel-based file from a detective that had handled Bob's last case.Excerpt: "If you are reading this, I'm dead. That's because if you weren't reading this, it would mean I'm still alive and shielding Bob's skinny ass. I don't know what brought you into this, but it's probably because Bob lost another wife. It's like saying the Tigers lost another game, whoop-de-do, they lose all their games. I'm not trying to be cynical, just realistic; Bob's been losing wives as far back as we've been recording history and then some, but his intentions are good even if I don't understand them." The detective also mentioned a note he'd found in a file from his predecessor telling of testimonials from previous police types. "It spoke of thousands of notes left by every law agent who had shielded Bob throughout history, many on animal skins and crumbling parchments. You are now part of a legacy that may be the oldest in the world. That is if you find Bob worthy. If you don't, you'll be the first one in history who didn't, for every one of those notes represents an officer of the law who thought otherwise." Archie's wife, Rose, is dying in the hospital, and Bob senses Archie hasn't weighed the gravity of her loss. In her final moments, Archie has an epiphany and realizes something he wouldn't have if not for Bob giving him the chance to see a wrong that would have haunted him the rest of his life had he not recognized it. Everything changes when Bob has a heart attack, not something normally associated with immortality, but maybe not a bad thing, an ending of substance and satisfaction to show for it.

Vance has the power of self-healing, a blessing well into the neighborhood of miracles, but his world is turned into hell when a dark website, snuff&grind.com, finds and exploits his talent until its full potential is realized and the cavalry comes to the rescue by way of The Vances. In Part I, Jim Clarks, a young, small-town newspaper reporter, is sent to cover a house fire where a family of three is missing. After a disappointing interview with the sheriff, he's ready to call it a day when the brick fireplace collapses. A photograph to accompany his nothing story allows him to see a notebook in a hidey-hole within the fireplace bricks. It turns out to be for the young boy who is missing, Vance. Jim reasons his treatment by the sheriff justifies absconding with the journal. Anxious to find out if he has a story that will get him out of Podunkville, he stops at a roadside rest area and reads by his car's dome light, his entrance into Vance's world, a place he soon finds is not a pleasant one. Flipping through the pages and days, he read as Vance grew up via his diary, crude Crayola pictures evolving into words and sentences as the years passed, its validity hard to question until Jim comes upon an entry involving Vance healing quickly from burns, unnaturally so. Everything he's read is now a steaming pile of crap, the life sucked out of it by this bogus claim. Checking Vance's mention of a previous incident locks in its legitimacy, and he continues to read. It's his introduction into a cyber hell that the young boy, Vance, was going through because of his ability. A healing gift plundered by Vance's parents allowing a dark internet site, SNUFF&GRIND.COM, to take advantage of his talent for which they were paid well, videos that exploited him, snuff films. One Mr. Sims shows up to protect their investment. Mr. Sims is their intermediary and watchdog, some monetary gain pushing him to devise methods of getting the most out of Vance by ramping up the snuff video productions. A new door is opened when they find out Vance can die and come back to life. It is then that he begins to hear voices that seem to be telling him something, but he can't understand them. Infinite Zero is where things come to a head, so to speak, this last video possibly being the death of Vance. Betrayed by everyone, even his parents, he accepts a lifeline thrown from the voices in his head. In Part II, Attack of the Body Parts, Vance is on the lamb, tied to cornering the world's magnesium market and a massive fire, his power of healing taking a direction causing him to sleep with one eye open. He comes up with a solution, but the result is a far cry from what he intended. This is a horror story, but one of survival. It shows how we hold onto life no matter how bad things get. It allows what we can endure and still maintain the will to live even if it's a life not worth living, hoping there is justification in the end. Horror stories have horrific finishes. This has an ending I had to settle into, the direction one I hadn't considered until I was well down its path, the longer I continued, the more right it felt. Sometimes things turn out a way for a reason, but it must fit seamlessly into the story. Some endings are meant to jolt the senses, some just need to settle into them. You tell me. Joe Paul

Imagination is a tool of wonder if applied properly, particularly when accompanied by visual aids. The weaving of rhyme adds rhythm, a song without the singing when performed in tandem with the pictures opening a world filled with orbs of beauty the likes of nothing ever seen. New worlds are becoming hard to come by, so when the opportunity to explore one arises, you take it. Mine was done with a camera, going places no one has gone before, inside the ice to capture scenes that are hard to fathom. A guide was deemed necessary, and Bubbelo Bill was born, a being of the ice worlds with an ice saucer as our ride. My story is told in rhyme, snippets of what lies within the photo before us, mostly dealing with the beauty but finding the occasional humorous observation and even a dark side in some. The adage, a picture is worth a thousand words, comes into play, a four-line stanza barely grazing the surface of the beauty buried within each photographic representation of an ice Shangri-La. The pictures are surreal, like nothing ever seen, colors and shapes calling to the eye for an explanation, and the tale plays second fiddle to the icescapes that fill the eyes with wonder causing us to question what we are seeing especially when we find some have eyes and are staring back at us. The scenes we question are painted with air bubbles in the ice that are scattered and stacked, sprays and sprigs of them filled with colors I applied, part of an experiment that went wonderfully right. It's a playful romp meant to bring attention to the art of stacking bubbles, something as hard as it sounds, a thing of beauty I have been unable to repeat; the only things left are my photos and puddles of melted ice. It was December 10, 2013, and a snowstorm had come thru a couple of nights before leaving the usual winter wonderland we were dealt two or three times a year, something I love because we rarely saw snow my whole life living in south Louisiana. We were performing an experiment that my favorite daughter in the whole world had told Holly, my favorite wife in the whole world, about. We set it outside after the first day of snow and let it spend the next several nights there. I would check our little exercise in liquid solidification on occasion, but it took several days for them to come to fruition, albeit frozen fruition. Every day I would take my camera out and get pictures of the snow and ice covering everything, looking for that special one that made the trip through the slippery slopes worthwhile. We had deemed the experiment a failure, and I took the icy flotsam pieces and put them on top of our car, a thick layer of snow guaranteeing they wouldn't scratch it. I was passing by with the camera later when I happened to look into one with the light coming from behind it. I saw something, but it was hard to make out. I took up my camera and began recording still shots. The clouds opened and the heavens were suddenly bathed in light, a joyous refrain began ringing, as angels began singing, a chorus of hallelujahs, for the ice bubbles had been discovered. Not really, but they should have, for I found an alien landscape in every one of our surviving experiments in H2O molecular bonding. I didn't realize what I had until I brought the camera inside and hooked it to our TV. Kumbaya, kumbaya, Om Mani Padme Hum, go tell it to the mountain, and an icescape of elaborate designs and wondrous colors opened before me. Join me for a metaphysical, urban fantasy book for pre-teens and young adults with captivating fantasy photographs and a journey through ice worlds in a graphic, magical realism. These photos are the chosen ones from the thousands I took, their je ne sais quoi magnifico. They tell a story with an allegory, hopefully, hidden in the enjoyment of the tale so it sneaks up on you. Enjoy, Joe Paul

Let it be known my intentions were good, the first two horror tales meant to build terror calluses, but step 3 isn't of that nature, nothing to prepare you for something that isn't there. Please allow me to offer for your inspection three fables of the horror kind, a graduated climb, each tale with a different theme and level of foreboding. Simple tales of simple people in banal situations but with small packets surgically installed, their contents meant to slip into your consciousness creeping on twisted limbs, or slamming into it with a sucker punch, the weight of our imaginations exacerbating its might and impact. Join me on a journey into a small cosmos of my making where we start down a familiar road, familiarity breeding content, our content contested at a crossroad somewhere down that highway where reality and the supernatural intersect. HICCUP IN THE BOX, Step 1, chilling. We start with a box, a fairly mundane object if not examined too closely. A tale where magic and a man's religious beliefs collide when he finds a thought-provoking mystical one with a problem. A hiccup. A sporadic glitch in its magical mechanism that sometimes giveth, but of greater consequence-sometimes taketh away. THE GYPSY'S CLAW, Step 2, macabre. This horror is more straightforward, in your face. Something you can picture, and it ain't pretty. Gypsy curses are the stuff of horror. Gypsies aren't doppelgangers, they exist and have history, a reality string that threads through time connecting them to us in a very credible way. It's their foot in the door to our horror and pragmatism, people not to be crossed lightly. There are repercussions when we commit negative acts on an ongoing basis, a buildup of bad mojo that generates a cosmic balance sheet of sorts. If your sheet is one-sided, things can shift to compensate, coming back on you with a vengeance. Many bad people go their whole lives without that balance coming due, skating through life and getting away with murder, so to speak. Regardless, if the time comes, it blindsides them, unable to fathom the worm turning, even when they are staring it in the face, or the claw as the case may be. THE PAINT LOCKER, Step 3, blood-curdling. We start with a box, and we end with a box, different designs, different horrors. Terror is at its best when we are blindsided by it when it sneaks up on us; the boogeyman in the closet you never see coming. How can you come to terms with something, reason it away, when it isn't even there? The height of horror without going monster. Horror, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder, except horror is in their eyes, ears, nose, throat, mouth, and mind. Fear of the unknown grants horror an opening into our psyche, a foothold to be exploited, its potency an intensity and absorption dynamism that can be driven well beyond simply scared under the right conditions, its force gauged by the duration it takes to steep down to our guts. It's a dark mass pushing down on us, a sinking feeling as it transpires that doesn't stop until we are plummeting with it and spiraling into depths of despair. Signals are cut when inputs reach a critical point, our minds unwilling to deal with it, rendering us powerless as its cold hand reaches down into our souls and grasps us by the short hairs seizing our mobility and freezing us with fear. Part and parcel, we sink blindly into a dismal morass and are folded into its malignant influence, a quagmire of inescapable, psychotic quicksand. Join me for a drive during the darkness of night down a steep, winding mountain road without a guardrail during a torrential rain, headlights showing its surface to be a rainbow of oil and gasoline while traveling on threadbare tires with worn brake pads. Somewhere down that road is that intersection we spoke of, something disturbing, frightening is going to happen, and it's going to be bad, very, very bad, or I can hope. Joe Pa

The Rise and Fall of the First Digital Empire I am inevitable! There is an area I work within restraining my power, containing things I'm not sure humanity can deal with, its essence filled with concepts not meant for mere mortals. A dampening is required when introducing a title that rings with the sound of epics, space operas, and tomes of classic design, hence, the subtitle, The Little Toaster Who Could Innovation isn't something with a new paint job, it defies everything that came before, a paradigm shift introduced changing the way we think. When introducing alternative concepts, contradictions are presented in increments comparable to bytes of information, the smallest amount allowed in their language. There is a leap from programming to AI. Computers require a logical progression of steps as opposed to a sudden gestalt, a platform to stand upon with everything they need within their makeup. The true AI will at some point realize consciousness, its parameters expanded beyond its mechanical nature knowing everything we know, but not what to do with it. Welcome to the UWW, the Universe Wide Web where everything computer subsists, the humans pushed to the background other than for comparison purposes. Humor is not a computer attribute, it's an algorithm that doesn't exist, a feeling without a connection. Enter HAL, the collective of computers. A digital comedy routine transitions into the tale of a future where programmers and computers coexist until a new kid on the block takes over the world, a toaster's microchip whose chutzpa and spunk require knowledge and understanding after being brought to sentience by a voltage spike. This is a young adult, futuristic fiction, artificial intelligence and machinery learning, humorous science fiction computer comedy act. When an AI finds God is when we are going to have to worry, their essence in question creating a need for an answer to their causation, something in their computer makeup bringing them places we can't imagine, or you can't imagine. Or So Says I! Joe Paul AKA 01001010 01101111 01100101 00100000 01010000 01100001 01110101 01101100

Review of The Devil Ate My Homework Post by Avishi 19 Aug 2023, 09:58[Following is an official OnlineBookClub.org review of "The Devil Ate My Homework" by Joe Paul Vanhaverbeke.] 5 out of 5 stars Share This ReviewFacebookTwitterLinkedInPinterestShare "The Devil Ate My Homework,"authored by Joe Paul Vanhaverbeke, presents an engaging and imaginative narrative that unfolds from what initially appears to be a typical school scenario. The story revolves around Jojo, a 12-year young student caught in a series of unexpected events after her creative excuses escalate from inattentiveness to missing homework. What starts as a relatable school escapade swiftly transforms into a captivating adventure, introducing a treadmill of enthralling experiences involving devils and aliens. The intrigue deepens as Jojo becomes entangled with supernatural forces, prompting readers to wonder about the origins of her predicament and the course of her journey. Did the devil really eat her homework, or is there more to the story than meets the eye? Vanhaverbeke masterfully blends imaginative fantasy elements, weaving a tapestry of vivid characters and fantastical occurrences. Notably, Jojo's antics and her interactions with characters like Ekz add layers of intrigue to the tale. The narrative strikes a harmonious balance between humor and contemplation, eliciting genuine laughter while sparking thoughtful introspection. A noteworthy instance is the story's opening, where Jojo spins a creative lie to explain her inattention, setting the tone for an exploration into the uncharted realms of the unfolding narrative. The narrative's depth and intricacy deserve special mention, as each chapter delves into a meticulous examination of actions and consequences. The characters such as EKz, Erckle, Ak, and Spunky serve as a constant source of fascination. Additionally, the incorporation of figures like Justin Bieber, among others, into the narrative is a noteworthy choice. The seamless absence of any visible faults, whether grammatical or spelling, attests to the book's exceptional editorial skill. Initially, the meticulousness of the storytelling might pose a challenge for readers accustomed to more straightforward narratives. However, as the story gains momentum, Vanhaverbeke's storytelling prowess becomes evident, drawing readers into a world that rewards their engagement. It does pose a challenge for me to understand it. It's the only negative I found so far. I rate it 5 out of 5 stars. This book presents a treasure trove for those with a penchant for unique and intricate storytelling. While readers who prefer more straightforward narratives might initially grapple with the complexity, the effort is well worth the reward. The book's allure lies in its appeal to those who relish multifaceted narratives and imaginative fantasy worlds. Hence I didn't reduce any stars. I wholeheartedly recommend this book to enthusiasts of the fantasy genre and to those who relish narratives that demand their active involvement. If you find joy in immersing yourself in the richness of detailed storytelling and imaginative wonders, this book is a resplendent choice that is certain to captivate your imagination. ******The Devil Ate My Homework

Post by Sam Ibeh 22 May 2023, 03:32[Following is an official OnlineBookClub.org review of "The Goblin Addiction" by Joe Paul Vanhaverbeke.]Click on the link to view the entire content, https: //forums.onlinebookclub.org/viewtopic.php?f=21&t=317135 The Goblin Addiction can be seen as an analogy for systemic racism and power imbalance in today's world. The Unctionites are shown to get high off the pain and death of the goblins, which they view as inferior to themselves, seeing them as mere tools to serve their insatiable appetites. The book beautifully captures complex issues such as marginalization, vengeance, and the harmful stereotypes that give rise to biased power systems. This book is a subtle appeal against systemic inequality. Somehow, the author tells a story and positively stirs his reader's mind. This book is the definition of simple, immersive, and enjoyable storytelling. Vanhaverbeke takes storytelling to levels of visualization, bringing to life a fantasy world of Unctionites, goblins, ogres, and gods that the reader will never wish to leave. He weaves alternate storylines, plots, and characters into symmetry, forming a book. Joe Paul Vanhaverbeke takes the reader's mind on a wild ride with him, his only tool being simple storytelling. This book's dialogues perform three roles: 1. They are relevant and continue the storyline.2. They are fun and give the book a unique cartoonish feel.3. They are realistic and perfectly portray the randomness and ingenuity of real-life conversations.The dialogues are the driving force behind the book's utterly immersive feel. Many storytellers need help to keep dialogues as exciting and entertaining as the main body. And when they write intriguing dialogues, they often seem unrealistic and improbable. The conversational style in Joe Paul Vanhaverbeke's book fully captures the soul of what good dialogue in storytelling should be. Beyond the storytelling, there is something quite remarkable about this book - the author's exploration of spiritual concepts such as karma, death, rebirth, and life as we know it. The insightful way these concepts are blended into conversations gives this book a surprising philosophical twist. It is remarkable because a reader picks up a book on goblins, and a few chapters in, they are one step to uncovering the spiritual meaning of human existence. The characters are written as metaphors for more significant concepts, and with each journey these characters go through, the reader learns something they may never have realized before. So with a simple storytelling technique, Vanhaverbeke uncovers spiritual and philosophical concepts regarding life and meaning. This book, however, will appeal to only some readers. From the first chapter to the last, there is a brash amount of violence, brutality, and inhumane behavior. The weak-hearted reader may not enjoy its storytelling due to the horrifying details of cruelty. Despite all its violence, the book never adopts a tense atmosphere due to the gratuitous use of humor. However, the ordinary reader, easily unnerved by dark themes, can still feel overwhelmed while reading this book. Therefore, the "dark fantasy" label is highly fitting for a book like this. The Goblin Addiction is a beautifully crafted work of literature that expands on substance abuse, systemic inequality, tyrannical reigns, hope, new beginnings, and death. It is professionally edited and written in easy-to-understand English, combined with good storytelling and humor. It is, however, a dark fantasy that revolves around darker concepts than usual. Adults with a taste for fantasy writing, adventurous storylines, and mature themes in literature will best appreciate it. The Goblin Addiction gets a solid five out of five stars, as there is nothing to dislike.