Publishers usually don’t like bloggers or reviewers to review a book toooo long before its release – a rule I may be breaking here. The early version of Bring Me Back by BA Paris I received was published in early March. I think. However… other versions aren’t being released until mid 2018. So… I’m not actually sure if you’ll be able to get this one yet.
2017’s The Mother’s Promise was my first Sally Hepworth novel. I suspect I was worried I wouldn’t enjoy her books – thinking they were too entrenched in motherhood and meaning (as a non-mother) I wouldn’t relate to them. Or – worse still – they’d remind me of opportunities lost and things I DID NOT HAVE.
I was surprised then, to enjoy the book as much as I did and happily launched into Hepworth’s latest – which includes a smidge of suspense – The Family Next Door.
Dervla McTiernan was born in Ireland and lived there until 2011, before moving to Western Australia with her family. Her debut novel The Rúin is set in Ireland and its setting and dialogue quintessentially Irish, but there’s a snippet of her new country of abode, as one of the characters returns from a long stay in Australia.
I’ve talked before about issues I have with self-worth. And enough-ness. So much so that the idea of going into them AGAIN now seems like I’m rehashing ground I’ve dug up and reburied too many times to count.
Clare Mackintosh’s debut novel, I Let You Go, took my breath away. Very literally. In fact the unexpected twist she offered up midway through the book almost resulted in me dropping my iPad into the bathtub.
It was easily one of my favourite books of 2015. Her second book I See You, was also enjoyable and very clever and contemporary – using the interwebz and technology to taunt and stalk.
Her third (and new release), Let Me Lie, probably rivals her debut for me in terms of its twists and turns, cos just when I thought I had it figured out… I was fooled again!
I must admit I was feeling a bit reticent when I started this book. I’d read the blurb and there was a bit of media around its release but I wasn’t sure I could be bothered with another bunny-boiling spurned lover.
However… The Perfect Girlfriend starts off a bit differently than expected and it kinda sets the scene for the rest of the book.
I very much enjoyed Chris Carter’s 2017 book, The Caller. It was certainly creepy however and not for the faint of heart. His latest, Gallery of the Dead, is very much the same though probably gets a little less macabre after the first (rather gory) murder.
I’d not heard of novelist Kelly Rimmer before this new release. But… in the lead up to publication I’d been seeing Before I Let You Go everywhere, so naturally I was happy to jump on that bandwagon and relieved that it turned up for review a few weeks prior to its release.
It’s the sort of book I often think of as ‘genre-less’. If that makes sense. Other recent reads like, Louise Allan’s The Sisters’ Song and The Greatest Gift by Rachael Johns are similar. Women’s fiction serves up connotations of chick lit or something frivolous; which is certainly not the case. So general fiction perhaps? (And I actually wonder if it really matters?!!!) #genreschmonre
It’s also the sort of book I very much appreciate. Rimmer hasn’t written it to any prescribed or decorous code of conduct. That’s not to say it’s not possible to guess what’s coming; cos it is, but that’s because the options are limited… as it’s reminiscent of real life in many ways.
All of my best-laid plans have gone awry this week. I’ve gone from one town to another for work and never seemed to be where I needed to be. And there have been some early starts. I keep thinking I’ll get into a routine at some point, though it occurs to me that may be a pipe dream. Perhaps I need to be less ambitious on that front… and just be thankful to be putting one foot in front of the other day in and day out and not alienating tooooo many people.
And I’ve been…