The last four have been released in pretty quick succession over the past couple of years, which keeps me happy, as Croft authors the kinds of psychological thrillers that are my reading bread and butter.
I adored this novel. The plot is great, but it’s our lead character, Cat and her voice… which in essence reflects Caz Frear’s writing that I really loved. I’ve mentioned this before, but I only notice prose or an author’s writing if it’s really good or
bada bit ordinary / lazy. Otherwise I get wrapped up in the plot and it fades seamlessly into the background.
But in this case I was really drawn to Cat and the way her mind worked. To her thinking and her internal dialogue. In fact, perhaps I’m a little biased in that respect because Frear writes exactly how I would like to write. If I wrote.
I wasn’t sure if I’d struggle with this book. I was in my early 40s before I gave up on meeting the man of my dreams. Or just someone who wanted to spend their life with me…. and started contemplating motherhood solo.
Dreary stories about sperm donors, artificial insemination and IVF aside… it didn’t happen for me and – as a result – I’m occasionally bitter and twisted about the whole thing. (Something others take for granted etc etc).
So, it was with some trepidation I embarked upon this story on motherhood.
When I first saw this book, it was around the time I’d requested a children’s picture book to review with my 6yr old godson Pickle, and – as I do love a good life lesson – the title of this book, PUG – How To Be The Best You, sounded perfect.
I do believe I’ve talked before about the series I read cos they comfort me. Not in a hot toddy and blanket way. Although maybe that is exactly how they comfort me… if a hot toddy involves alcohol of some sort…. but either way, what I’m saying is John Sandford’s Lucas Davenport and Virgil Flowers (aka that f*cking Flowers) series are a couple I rely on to get me through the hard times. And the easy times.
Any time really.
This is the second book in the series featuring DI Jim Clemo. I didn’t read the first, What She Knew, published in 2015, although in all honesty must admit my memory is so crappy I’d probably remember minimal detail now anyway… but either way it made no difference.
I did however, read Gilly Macmillan’s 2016 book, The Perfect Girl, which I enjoyed. It centred around families and secrets and about good kids who sometimes make mistakes.
It was more of a twisty saga than a novel of suspense and her latest, Odd Child Out, is similar.
I went to my friend’s house last weekend to ‘interview’ (using the term loosely) my godson about a book I’d been given for review. (In related news, check out our Finn and Puss book review, if you missed it.)
While I was there 6yr old Pickle dragged out another story he wanted me to read. As it happened his mother had already told me she’d bought this book, and I suspect I’d come across it via the same person / site as I’d recently heard of it for the first time as well.
I didn’t read Celeste Ng’s Everything I Never Told You, but obviously heard great things about it. (And must read it at some point.) I’ve had a bit of a lull in the arrival of new books of late however, so when I saw this in an online catalogue, jumped at the chance to read it.
I’m a little worried however, exactly how I’ll describe the transfixing allure of this book and if I’ll do justice to it. But I shall try….
I’d had this book for a while before getting to it. The backcover blurb talks about archeologists and antiquities and I wasn’t sure it was my thing.
And though there is quite a bit of detail about a four hundred year old necklace and historical events from around its era (particularly at the time of its disappearance) the majority of this book is more of a thriller of sorts.