Caution: Concentration required (*spoilers*)

The reason I loved this is, I think, the same reason I love the shows Death In Paradise and Poirot. Bear with me. The Seven Deaths Of Evelyn Hardcastle is the ultimate locked room mystery. The author credits reading Agatha Christie as a child with inspiring a desire to write this type of novel. I... Continue Reading →

Reinventing The ‘F’ Word

Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine, Gail Honeyman I believe in signs. I saw this advertised, had it recommended then nearly walked into the stand it was in my current local bookshop. So, usual clumsiness aside, I just had to get it on Kindle. As much as I love print books I tend to get them... Continue Reading →

Dreary Weekend Cosiness

Liane Moriarty, Truly Madly Guilty I read this in a day. I had nothing else to do so I just cosied up with this and a blanket and several hot drinks, and cheesy pasta, and biscuits... Ok, I have loads I could and probably should be doing, but it was raining (torrential) and windy (gale... Continue Reading →

It’s Not Me It’s You, Mhairi McFarlane

My Mum mentioned this book to me a while ago and I ignored her. Oops. It was lodged in an essay-long Whatsapp and I didn't even look it up at the time. It was only when I was recently compiling a new to be read list that I scrolled back through to see what she'd said. This book... Continue Reading →

Not A Real Avery

The Heart's Invisible Furies by John Boyne follows the life of Cyril Avery (not a real Avery, you understand), who is adopted by way of a hunchback redemptorist nun. I didn't judge this book by its cover, but by its title. It's a bit fancy and a bit inspirational at the same time. The blurb hooked me... Continue Reading →

Things A Bright Girl Can Do, Sally Nicholls

Disclosure: I think I bought this when I was drunk. Amazon is sneaky like that.  I must have been drawn to it for some reason, but it's not my usual fayre. Suffragettes, London, wartime, feminism... I do always like it when a book's chapters are split into the different characters, so you get a different... Continue Reading →

Soldier Boys and Luncheon

And Then There Were None, Agatha Christie ♦♦♦◊◊ I normally associate Agatha Christie with Poirot, endless cups of tea and digestives, the refrain ‘I’m sure this was on yesterday’ and a beautiful woman who was taken too soon, or Dr. Who and a huge alien wasp. I recently admitted I’d never actually read any of... Continue Reading →

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