I’m now back home after 4-5 days with my niece in Brisbane. I had thought I’d get stacks of reading done but somehow managed to procrastinate superbly during the past week and did little. I did enjoy the time with my niece however… but more on that later.
Former police officer Clare Mackintosh’s first novel, I Let You Go came as a huge surprise. I had to put it down halfway through to cook dinner and complete other pesky chores, but as soon as they were done and dusted I picked up right where I left off… reading the book easily in a night.
The novel kicks off with the event that changes many lives. A mother and son are walking home from school with few cares in the world. The son runs ahead crossing a street he crosses every day. But today it’s raining, and despite the squeal of brakes trying to grip the wet road, he’s struck by a car which then leaves the scene.
In my little mind Nicholas Sparks novels (and movies based on his novels) have a certain stigma attached to them.
Because I am a woman of the world, however (well, in that I indulge in social media), I know many—mostly women—LOVE his books and movies. I also suspect there’s the occasional guy who doesn’t mind being dragged along to a Dear John / Safe Haven / Best of Me type flick. However, the problem with offering such popular schmaltz is that some people— like yours truly—shy away from his work because of the aforementioned stigma. (And anyone who knows my tastes knows I’m far from a literary snob!)
I said last year that Kylie Kaden’s debut novel, Losing Kate, wasn’t my usual reading fodder. I used to shy away from Aussie authors, reticent to read about happenings in my own backyard. However… over the past year I’ve read a STACK of Australian novels and my two faves from last year were both by Aussie writers. So it seems, I may have been a little hasty in my assertions about what does, and does not, capture my fancy.
Kylie Kaden’s new novel, Missing You, is again set in Brisbane. And I didn’t mind at all. (I’m sure she’s breathing a sigh of relief at that!) Rather than cringe at the mention of the University of Queensland Great Court and infamous O-week Toga Party, I found myself smiling knowingly. (I am surely evolving as a person! )
Nora Roberts is a prolific writer and loved by many. I much prefer her JD Robb In Death series—the futuristic crime novels, with a smidge of romance stirred into the mix. As Nora Roberts her work is (mostly) romantic suspense and my enjoyment usually depends on the two genres being as evenly balanced as possible*.
I know better than anyone that one’s weight is a topic fraught with sensitivity. As an anorexic teenager I loved it when people noticed my weight loss. In later years when on diets, I’ve been thrilled to receive comments on my ‘success’. Fortunately people have rarely commented on the ensuing weight gain. Nonetheless, my own angst over the issue of weight means I know it’s a friggin’ minefield and something one needs to negotiate carefully.
I hope everyone’s had / is having a fabulous long weekend—and for those who celebrate Easter—I hope you’ve remembered the underlying message… that #paleo and #iquitsugar lifestyles have no place in our chocolate-loving world.
Anyhoo… I’m yet again linking up with the lovely Sheila* to share my weekly reading and other shenanigans.