I read fifteen books in April – this is the
first of two blog posts about them.
I worried that I wouldn't care for this one as much as her Letters to the Lost which I positively
inhaled; after I'd got it I put off reading it for ages for that reason. I
worried needlessly. Lockdown came, with lots of reading time, and I spent a
blissful day or two in the company of Alice and Selina and Lawrence. I love the
era and the settings (1920s, country house/London) and the writing was
wonderful and evocative and emotional. About two-thirds of the way through,
heart pounding, I began to gulp uncontrollably. Luckily tissues were at hand.
You have been warned.
Olive, Again by Elizabeth Strout
(after having a quick skim through Olive Kitteridge which I read a couple
of years ago)
I used a birthday book token in Toppings Bookshop in Edinburgh to get this copy which is not only beautifully bound but signed by the
author. Having loved Olive’s first outing I knew I’d enjoy her second.
Not that she’s a lovable person, or even an
easy one; the author shows her how she is, warts and all. As in Olive Kitteridge, each chapter is almost
a story on its own and in some Olive barely appears; instead, we might, for
example, follow a character who was once taught by her.
I expect this is the last we shall see of
Olive, sadly. But there was a pleasant surprise at the end when Olive makes a
friend – with someone from another Elizabeth Strout novel.
Half Broke Horses by Jeannette Walls
From Christian Aid Book Sale 2019. Jeannette Walls wrote the extraordinary
memoir The Glass Castle – the story
of her childhood with a charismatic but unreliable and erratic father, a mother
who thought he could do no wrong, and her siblings. The opening scene, of the
grown-up Jeannette, a successful film director, being chauffer-driven down a
street and seeing her parents foraging for food in a dumpster, is
unforgettable.
In this book she tells, in novelised form,
the story of her mother’s mother, a most amazing character called Lily, who
rode as easily as she walked and, with little schooling, could later turn her
hand to anything including teaching.
Standard Deviation by Katherine Heiney
I’ve read this three times now in the last
two years or so – and it will always be a go-to for me now. It is rare for a
book to become a comfort re-read for me that isn’t one I first encountered
decades ago. It is snortingly funny, clever and perceptive; and Audra is one of
my favourite ever fictional characters.
I love Hilary McKay’s stories of modern family
life, although I’m some decades beyond the target demograph (so what?). I saw that one of them
was free on Kindle and after I’d read it I had to buy the other two. After a
family tragedy Binnie, her brother and sister and their mother move to Cornwall
but their troubles aren’t over.
I’ve been listening to episodes of A Good Read while I’ve been on the
exercise bike of a morning (distraction from the agony). Comedian Danny Wallace
chose Diary of a Nobody which
reminded me that it was ages since I read Keith Waterhouse’s brilliant riposte
showing Mrs ‘Nobody’s’ side of the story: Mrs Pooter’s Diary. Great fun.
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