I have many guilty pleasures. Some just naughty – champagne, chocolate, red wine and so forth. Some a little weird – an early years’ fetish for Dr Spock (the one with the pointy ears, not the child-rearing guru). And some that are mostly embarrassing. Like the ridiculous pleasure I get from the TV show, ‘Murder She Wrote’ and from a series of novels by romance writer, Nora Roberts, under the pseudonym JD Robb.
Search for in death
It has to be said, DCI Jack Hawksworth has some seriously bad luck on the romance front. In the first novel in this series Bye Bye Baby he was unlucky in love and this time around he’s dating a young woman (who’s actually kinda engaged to someone else) and, well…. let’s just say, she’s not around long.
It’s a good thing I enjoy Karen Rose’s novels of romantic suspense cos the last couple have been freakin’ huge.
If I’m being honest, I usually avoid books over 400 pages… thinking my attention span won’t survive them. Plus… more often than not the escapism I enjoy from books is meant to be short lived. Not something eked out over days and days.
Thankfully I’m a fast reader and although this is 600+ pages, it wasn’t overly (or even at all) arduous. *Mops brow with back of hand and swoons.*
Goodreads calls this book Tom Thorne #13, which my finely-tuned skills of deduction lead me to believe is the 13th in this series. Which subsequently stops me in my tracks to wonder if I live under a bloody rock?! I ‘think’ I’ve heard of Billingham, indeed I readily requested this book for review; but how I have wandered this earth, reading endless police procedurals, crime fiction, suspense novels and thrillers without reading a previous book featuring Detective Inspector Tom Thorne?!
I’ve read most of Michael Robotham’s work – and reviewed several here on my blog. His latest – Life or Death – is a stand-alone novel so doesn’t feature any of his usual protagonists. And I have to say… that pleased me as I’m not a huge fan of Joe O’Loughlin or Vincent Ruiz. As I’ve said previously, I enjoy Robotham’s work… but it’s hard to feel as engaged as one should when they don’t care if the lead characters live or die.
A few weeks ago I was talking to my life coach about failure. The conversation centred around the fact that we should recognise that our own perceptions may be a bit screwy: we may see something as a failure, when we should be celebrating the fact that we even attempted it in the first place; alternatively, we should be acknowledging positive aspects of the experience. Karen asked me to consider my feelings (as opposed to my thoughts!) when it comes to the notion of ‘failure’.
I’m off to a funeral today. Not-fun. And even less-fun for the family involved of course.
The funeral is for the father of a childhood friend of my brother’s. My brother isn’t able to attend so I thought I’d go (with my mother). I spent much of my childhood traipsing about the countryside with my brother and his basketballing friends so it feels the thing to do.
It’s rare that I decide to cast a book aside part-way through but I did that very thing last week. My local library has new release books for seven-day loans with a no-extension option. It’s a great money-saver for me as I can no longer justify buying books solely because I’m too impatient to wait for new releases to get to the library.