Say Cheese and Die! Is a memorable nostalgic book on my top ten list of the most mysterious childhood books of all time. I didn’t realize how special this book was to me until recently, when I remembered and looked for it. There is always a mystery hidden behind every one of R.L Stine’s books. I haven’t gotten to read a lot of them but the ones which I remember most are, Say Cheese and Die and Monster Blood. I was twelve or thirteen I think when I would frequent the only old and run down library in my village, which had a chalky and frayed secret treasure chest of books marked “discarded” to look for my next adventure. I believe the old, musky, yellow pages in those books were the reason I cannot stop dreaming about books. In fact, I grew fond of the precious elixir coming off of the golden leafs of mostly coverless novels. I love the smell of old books and there is a special place in my brain, which lights up with dopamine every time I close my eyes and put my nose in between the thousand-years old pages of a book that has persevered and matured, like red wine, on a dusty creaky ancestor of a shelf. If ever there was a perfume which smelled like old books I would be the first to buy!
He followed her into the long, narrow dining room as bare and dusty as the other rooms. A low chandelier still hung from the ceiling, so brown with caked dust it was impossible to tell that it was glass.
“Looks like a haunted house,” Greg said softly.
“Boo,” Shari replied…R.L Stine, Say Cheese and Die
An Ad from Masterclass shows R.L Stine sharing behind the scenes of his fifty something books. I saw him in his element, surrounded by what looked like thousands of books all around him. If it wasn’t for the hefty subscription fee and the negligible range in topics, I would have been too happy to learn from him. I am sure whatever he has to say about his technique of writing is worth its weight in gold!
“This is impossible,” Greg Said.
Making a disgusted face, she handed the camera to him. “Okay I give up. Check it out yourself, Greg.”
He took the camera, started to raise it to his face, then stopped.
Uttering a low cry of surprise, his mouth dropped open and his eyes gaped straight ahead. Startled, Shari turned to follow his shocked gaze.
There on the ground, a few yards outside the first-base line, lay Bird. He was sprawled on his back, his neck bent at an odd and unnatural angle, his eyes shut tight.R.L.Stine, Say Cheese and Die.