Books then and now
I didn’t finish as many books as I’d have liked this week but both of the ones I did finish received a 5-star rating! Following on from last week’s review of Missing which also received that rating, this makes a hatrick and has led to several variations on the happy dance (be grateful I don’t have a video of that). The two books that I loved this week were The Saladin Murders by Matt Beynon Rees (and Matt even stopped by the blog to say hi which led to more happy dancing) and Denise Mina’s Garnethill. Although you might think there’s not a lot of similarities between today’s Gaza and the Glasgow of 10 years ago the books aren’t that different. They both have great characters and say something about the big wide world in which they’re set but, and it’s the but that’s most important, they entertain first.
Arrivals and departures
I didn’t buy anything this week but did receive two books from bookmooch pals: Iain Pears’ An Instance of the Fingerprint (a historical thriller I’m quite looking forward to) and Lisa Gardner’s Say Goodbye (I’ve not had much luck with her books in the past but someone recommended it so we’ll see). I also picked up two audio books from the library: Steve Martin’s Born Standing Up (I’m not terribly keen on entertainer’s biographies but he reads it himself and I do have a soft spot for him) and Sandra Brown’s Chill Factor (I know nothing about the book but there just isn’t a huge choice of audio books at my library and I can’t afford all the ones I really want from audible).
As I only sent one book away I have not really had the desired impact on Mount TBR.
I’ve just started reading Ruth Rendell’s From Doon with Death (the first in her Wexford series written in 1964). I have apparently read the book before but have no recollection of it. There will be a discussion about it next month at Oz Mystery Readers (where I will presumably be dismissed from the crime fiction reading fraternity when I reveal that I’m really not that taken with Ms Rendell’s work).
I’ve got a book called The Sex Club by L J Sellars picked as the next read from my TBR pile but as I often do my reading in public I’m a bit wary…the title is in quite bold letters and I wonder what my fellow coffee shop patrons will think. I guess they’re used to every variation of dripping blood on my book covers so maybe they won’t worry. I hope they don’t think it’s a romance though
I barely had time to scratch this week so had to curtail my online reading but did pick up these two gems
- Our national newspaper, The Australian, had a quite fascinating article yesterday about what makes a piece of literature Australian. I’ve pondered this myself and it was interesting to read an academic’s thoughts. We Aussies do seem a bit consumed at times with the question of identity. Wonder why that is.
- The Guardian in the UK had an article and gallery of photos from André Kertész on the power of reading. They’re wonderful photos. I can’t remember who pointed this link out to me so if it was you please accept my apologies for not acknowledging you – my memory just ain’t what it used to be.