I’ve been mostly AWOL this week. I had a few family-related commitments and was forced to remind myself that – though I try to be as professional as possible and often treat it as a job – I mostly blog for fun. It’s a passion but it’s also just a hobby. So… I attempted to stop stressing and live in the moment (or whatevs) and enjoy time with my family rather than worry about how few books I’d read or book reviews I’d written.
I missed the first in this Stephen King trilogy. Mr Mercedes received great reviews which tempted me (after a long break from King’s fiction) to read the second in the series, Finders Keepers.
I mostly enjoyed Finders Keepers and you can check out my review here, but… without the Mr Mercedes backstory I failed to really engage with Bill Hodges and his cohorts – who entered the Finders Keepers plot when I was already well and truly settled in with its main protagonist, young Peter Saubers and his family.
End of Watch seems to return to where Mr Mercedes left off, but interestingly, provides a really good recap of the key points of the original. So I enjoyed it a lot.
Australian author Suzanne Leal is a lawyer experienced in child protection and refugee law, which are just two of the themes reflected in her latest novel, The Teacher’s Secret.
Leal’s first-hand experience of both means she’s not afraid to tackle the tough subjects, and she does so with pragmatic realism and sensitivity.
The weekend started miserably here on the east coast of Australia, with heavy rain, king tides and big winds. We were whipped about by some storms but in my part of the world most occurred while we slept like babies and the aftermath wasn’t as worrisome as weather forecasters predicted.
Time of Death by Mark Billingham was my first by the English author. It was the thirteenth in the series about London Detective Inspector Tom Thorne and though I’d missed a lot of backstory… it really didn’t matter.
His latest novel is a standalone thriller, so if you’re yet to read anything by Billingham, Die of Shame is the perfect place to start.
I picked up this book after a few non-reading days. I was at my mother’s so not in the bathtub at my own place where the reading magic usually happens. There was nothing on TV and I was procrastinating. After an hour or so on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram (in a rotation every 5 minutes) I finally picked up Spare Me The Truth by CJ Carver, which asks…
What if someone told you your life was a lie?
And I was pulled in. Big time. And had to keep reading until I’d finished.
My running friends are growing. And I don’t mean in stature. I mean in size. Well, I don’t mean in size INDIVIDUALLY… I just mean there seem to be more of them. Runners, that is.
More and more are commencing ‘learn to run’ programs, while others embark on 10km runs, and then there’s the odd marathoner or two.