I hadn’t realised her latest, The Bitter Season, was part of a series but thankfully it made no difference and I was able to enjoy the book without knowing the characters’ histories. In fact she does a great job, adding context with minimal detail so readers don’t feel they’ve missed out and don’t have to endure four books worth of backstories.
I’m possibly one of the last people on the planet to read Liane Moriarty. Indeed a TV show or film based on the popular Aussie author’s 2014 novel, Big Little Lies, is already underway somewhere on the other side of the globe.
Every time someone raved about her I mumbled guiltily that I hadn’t gotten around to reading her work, but aimed to do so when I had time.
And finally… while microwave oven shopping last week I broke my no-buying-of-books rule when I discovered LBL on sale.
I read Nele Neuhaus’s Bad Wolf in early 2014 and reviewed it on Goodreads. I enjoyed it but (apparently!) found there to be too many characters as I had trouble keeping track of everyone. I wondered at the time if Neuhaus really needed to introduce quite as many players (names and details) though later realised it was the 6th in the series*, so guess regular readers had time to familiarise themselves with the many characters.
I noted at the time however one of the German author’s previous novels, Snow White Must Die, had received great accolades.
I’m slowly expanding my reading repertoire by selecting a few books I might normally avoid if sticking to my fave psychological thriller type genre. I’ve undoubtedly missed a couple of great novels over the years by assuming they wouldn’t be to my taste.
Last year I read Amy Andrews‘ Limbo. Amy’s best known for contemporary romance but Limbo—romantic suspense featuring a ghost-seeing punk rocker and a PI —was a bit different so I took a leap of faith and wasn’t disappointed. I now follow Amy on social media and while I’m not quite ready to read some of her more traditional romance novels I was interested in this collaboration with her sister (and fellow author) Ros Baxter.
Oscar nominations for 2016 have been announced and there’s an uproar led by Jada Pinkett Smith about the lack of diversity amongst the nominees. I misunderstood initially and thought she meant that the voters were racist: suggesting African American actors and directors had been purposely overlooked and wondered who she thought was undeserving of the existing nominees.
Today however I read a media report which cited the delectable Idris Elba (who – incidentally I think would be a most excellent James Bond) on the issue as he spoke about the lack of diversity on UK screens. Another report reflected on our own industry here in Australia and it (and those commenting) noted that we really only see diversity on SBS, and occasionally on ABC TV.
It’s been a pretty slow week for me. I think I’m in some weird kind of limbo as I wait to hear about the position I interviewed for last year. I’m not quite as stressed about job-hunting and earning an income; but not able to completely slack off (as if on holidays), until I hear something definite. Either way.
Some desperately sad photographs have been doing the rounds over recent days. They were actually taken near where I live and were so heart-wrenching that the images were picked up by media outlets around the world.