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’.
Search for in death
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.
I love Nora Roberts’ romantic suspense novels. They usually offer up a good balance of the two, which is important given my love of thrillers and suspense and antipathy towards romance. (As such.)
Interestingly, though this includes some suspense, it’s kinda short-lived. It grapples with some unpleasant themes (domestic violence and family violence, so trigger alert for some), but the thing I enjoyed most about this book was, in fact, how the romance played out and the relationship between our two lead characters.
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.
I hadn’t realised this was part of a series when I requested it and though there were things I’d obviously missed in the first three books, it didn’t impact at all on my enjoyment of the fourth in the Scottish police series. In fact, it made me keen to read the previous installations… even though I guess I know some of what must eventuate; but I loved the characters and am confident enough in Fields’ ability to spin a good yarn that I’m keen to spend more time with her creations.
Once upon a time female writers had to write under male pseudonyms as it wasn’t appropriate for women to pen… well anything really, under their own names. Think: Emily Bronte writing as Ellis Bell; Ethel Florence Lindesay Richardson as Henry Handel Richardson.
Thankfully much has changed since then.
At least I think it has.
There’s something unfortunately timely about this book, which centres around a mass shooting in the US.
Although Nora Roberts sticks to what she does well – romantic suspense wrapped in personal drama – here she also explores the impact of such an event on the survivors, and lasting effect it has on their lives… both good and bad.
Tragedy doesn’t necessarily change us. More often, I think, it brings out more of who we are – or were – all along. p 214