I was surprisingly engrossed in this book. I mean, I enjoy Gardner’s books but this one in particular had me hooked and I was forced to read it in a sitting and dine on red wine and chocolate instead of the leftover fish awaiting me in my fridge!
To the best of my knowledge I’ve not previously read a novel by Joanna Trollope. I’ve heard of the popular English author of course, but tend to assume her books wouldn’t be of interest – relegating them to the part of my life I’ve left elsewhere. The time in which I loved and read Maeve Binchy, Barbara Taylor Bradford, Danielle Steel and the like.
So it’s always a surprise when I find myself reading something which seems alien and familiar (and comfortable) at the same time.
Okay, so… the choice is yours: weather news; or no weather news during this intro-chit-chat?
Argh, dammit… here goes. It’s bloody hot. We need rain. My grass is brown. And did I mention it’s been bloody hot?
I tend to have weird rules. I mean, don’t we all? Some make sense and stop me drinking champagne for breakfast, but some aren’t quite so logical.
Given my recent contemplation about ‘to-do’ lists and how I spend my time, I’ve been thinking – in particular – about two very arbitrary rules I’ve been living by:
1. No television or DVDs etc during the day
2. No reading during the day
If Wikipedia can be believed The Girl Before by JP Delaney, is not – in fact – written by JP Delaney as it’s a pseudonym. Googling informs me Delaney is actually Tony Strong, a Ugandan-born UK author, but I really can’t be arsed putting the pieces together and confirming that’s the case. (And yes, my dedication to my craft surprises even me!)
The quotes about this book on the cover give readers a clue about what to expect. Indeed, even I found it kinda creepy. And I read a lot of books about psychopaths and serial killers. And lawyers. 🙂
Likening the ‘baddie’ of Rattle to Hannibal Lecter I assumed to be a bit of a marketing ploy, but… there’s a cold clinical psychopathy to the (so called) Bone Collector in Rattle that’s reminiscent to the cunningly smart and seemingly sane consumer of human brains.
I’m making a concerted effort not to open this post with news of the weather here in Australia. So instead I’ll regale you with the fact I’m currently full-to-the-brim with vanilla diet coke and chocolate. Which would be fine, if it wasn’t before 9 o’clock in the morning.
I was a latecomer to the work of Australian author Candice Fox and she’d already won several Australian Crime Writers Association (Ned Kelly) awards when I came across her Eden Archer / Frank Bennett series in late 2014. (See my reviews of Hades, Eden and Fall.)
Since Fall’s release in late 2015, Fox has been collaborating with the prolific and high profile James Patterson, co-authoring a novel, Never Never (which has just topped the New York Times Best Seller’s list). The pair also published a novella and (are) currently finalising the second book in the Harriet Blue series.
Obviously not one to rest on her laurels, Fox’s latest solo effort, Crimson Lake, set in Queensland’s far north is also about to be released in the wild… and I think it’s her best work yet.