I lied to a 7 year old child last week. I know it’d be forgivable if it was a white lie to prevent unnecessary anguish or one enabling the perpetuation of childhood myths about Santa Claus the Easter Bunny or Tooth Fairy. (Oh sorry, forgot to add #spoileralert before that big reveal!)
I’ll be honest and admit my mood has been yo-yoing around quite a bit lately. I’m trying to be upbeat… as I said last week, I know I’ve got nothing to moan about… I mean, sure I’m unemployed, single, childless, 50 and need to improve my diet and exercise regimes, but other than that… life is going swimmingly. 😉
This is Joanne Tracey’s fourth book and a bit of a departure from her loosely linked series which are more centred around romance with lead characters in their 20s and 30s… although a couple of characters readers met in the last novel in that series (Wish You Were Here) appear briefly here – and I appreciated them dropping in and the sense of familiarity they brought with them.
And I know Tracey’s still working on the next books in that series, but recall her saying that this story (and these characters) popped into her head and she needed to commit them to paper before they disappeared and I’m certainly glad she did as this is my favourite of her books to date.
I put a call out a week or so ago on my Facebook page, asking people about books they’ve loved this year. I explained I was starting to plan my ‘favourite novels of 2018’ post and wanted to check if I’d missed out on something I REALLY should have read. I used The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart as an example. It wasn’t a book I requested for review but I’d read nothing but AMAZING things about it.
Of course, people said the same about Gone Girl and Big Little Lies and (for me) both of those turned out to be somewhat anti-climactic so it was with some trepidation I borrowed Lost Flowers from a friend.
But… Oh. My. God. For the most part this book was amazing and I was hooked from the beginning.
Everything recommending this novel talked about its ‘gothic’ nature. And it’s a theme or genre I usually shy away from. I think the fact it’s set in the present (ie. not historical) is something that appealed when I requested it and, though I worried we’d venture into ghosts or otherworldly territory, we never did and I read this in a sitting though hadn’t planned to.
This book was a surprise. I’d had it for a while but it’d come while I was overseas and so only got around to reading it over a month after it was actually published. There was something familiar about the blurb and I felt like I’d read something on a similar theme last year though only The Wife Between Us comes to mind. I must admit, from the blurb, I expected this to be a tad predictable – but it certainly wasn’t. In fact, for the most part it was highly addictive.
I’ve not been sleeping well. Despite medication to help me do so. According to my Fitbit (not to mention glances at my watch on a regular basis) it’s taking me a couple of hours to get to sleep each night. (Which hasn’t been an issue since my pre-medication insomniac days!)
My mind is busy. I know that. Perhaps I’m worrying… though I’m not sure why. Life isn’t perfect, but it’s certainly not dire. As those I know and care about deal with crappy stuff, I’m ridiculously fortunate. And today I thought I’d remind myself of that.
It’s kind of depressing knowing we’re not going to get a final book in the Kinsey Millhone (alphabet) series by Sue Grafton – following the author’s death last year. It was one of my staples – along with Robert B Parker* Spenser & Jesse Stone series’, JD Robb’s In Death series, and Jane Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum books.
Thankfully Evanovich and her ‘bail enforcement agent’ are still in partnership and continue to offer we readers enjoyable respite from the tedium of our lives.
This twisty book opens with the discovery of two bodies before flipping back three months when – with a few memory scenes added in – we progress in real time. And so we know how… And So It Begins, ends. #seewhatIdidthere
I usually HATE knowing the conclusion / whodunnit in advance. I like to guess, but happily (here), though we kinda know what happens, we don’t know how it happens. Or why.