I’ve been sick this past week so spent much of it wallowing and sharing self-pity-ridden updates on social media. It’s still flown by nonetheless so already time to check in on my reading and blogging.
While I’m not a fan of historical fiction, I appreciate multi-timeframe novels which delve into deep dark past secrets. I enjoy Kate Morton’s work (for example) and her books usually deliver on that front. In addition to the promise of buried mysteries, I’ve recently become interested in events in Australia surrounding WWI so was keen to read more about that time from history-lover and researcher Julian Leatherdale in his debut novel Palace of Tears.
I recently reviewed Joanne Tracey’s debut novel, Baby, It’s You. I mentioned elsewhere that she was self-published and someone suggested I interview her to get some insight into the
long arduous road self publishing process. And I aim to please, so… without further ado…
I have a friend who has always argued that people are either cat-people or dog-people. Or neither. But never both.
I’ve always assumed they were full of shit, but have been pondering on that lately as I overheard a conversation between two people about the relative merits of cats vs dogs. They were the usual things… you can do stuff with dogs; cats are more affectionate etc etc.
That time of the week again—time to share my weekly reading and chat about life in general. I should also mention… life as a book blogger (even when it’s just a hobby) can be a bit lonely, so I enjoy participating in these weekly link-ups and appreciate the opportunity to engage with other
equally obsessive like minded book bloggers.
San Francisco homicide detective, Valerie Hart is on the hunt for a serial killer who abducts, rapes and tortures his victims before arranging them with seemingly random objects. Valerie gets too involved with her cases and feels too much for the victims; which means she’s teetering on the edge. Desperate to solve this case, she’s also busy staving off the FBI’s interference and contemplating reuniting with a former boyfriend she pushed away in the past.
Shock horror, I’m blogging about something sensible for a change. And as it’s Wednesday I’ll attempt to make it wordless as well. Although in my liaison with a newspaper editor last week (when my first ever pitch went to print!!!!!) I mentioned that I was from the Jane Austen school of writing and rarely used 10 words when 100 would do.
I opened this book nervously. I’m not usually a chick lit fan and have struggled with the genre in the past. And… I think of the author—Joanne (Jo) Tracey—as a virtual friend and kindred spirit. We haven’t met but I’m a fan of her blog(s) and she seems like someone I’d really like in real life.