Many years ago I worked for a national football club. ‘Twas back in the day when all-things-sporting ruled my life so the job was really quite perfect for me. I was pretty young at the time (deferred from Uni) and we socialised a lot. One day the coach – a lovely guy who shared my interest in basketball – saying he admired how incredibly laid-back I always was.
A few bloggers I follow have already been discussing their New Year’s Resolutions and plans for 2015. I’m not big on resolutions but I sometimes set some goals for the year. I mean naturally I commit every year to losing weight, doing more exercise, earning more money, working less, being less of a bitch and so forth. But, well… I’m talking lofty aspirational stuff.
Disclaimer: Don’t worry… I’m not about to launch into great detail about bowel movements and the like.
I still remember as a kid, finding it strange my great-aunt used to go on and on (and on) about her bowels moving. Or not. (And mostly not, from memory!) I was appropriately horrified – having grown up believing that one doesn’t discuss money, politics, sex or religion. And bowel movements. Well… except when they do of course.
Everyone’s doing it so naturally I decided I must as well. This list was to be my ten favourite novels of 2014 (given I don’t read non-fiction). However… I actually struggled. I came up with my first six easily. But the remaining four were far more difficult. And in the end I had to stop at eight because those that came after were too close to call.
I read Candice Fox’s second book, Eden, before reading her well-received debut novel Hades. Everyone I’ve met who’d read Hades RAVES about it. As I’ve mentioned before I’m loath to read Australian crime fiction / mysteries / thrillers so continued to avoid it until the opportunity to preview Eden presented itself.