I read seven books in April.
Hope to Survive by Caroline Dunford
The second in a series
but the first I’ve read – and my first Caroline Dunford book but not, I hope,
the last. I much enjoyed this spy thriller and its sparky protagonist Hope
Stapleford (love the punning title too). Hope, recruited for British
Intelligence by her spymaster godfather, is sent to a secret base when the
threat of invasion intensifies – but is everyone there on the same side?
Heart-in-the-mouth stuff.
The Ink Black Heart by Robert Galbraith
Once again, Cormoran
and Robin occupied me for three solid days. And once again they are
investigating a very mysterious case with several suspects plus of course there
is their own relationship … I could have done without quite so many comments/interaction
from followers of the eponymous online game and skim-read most of them.
Wouldn’t advise reading this on Kindle because of the column layout of these.
So, book six, one more
to go. Can’t wait.
Marple: Twelve New Stories
I spent much of my
youth reading Agatha Christie. I like Poirot but if I had to choose between him
and Miss Jane Marple she would win (sorry, Monsieur Hercule). Each
author in this welcome collection re-imagines Agatha Christie’s gimlet-eyed old
lady in their own way. They include Naomi Alderman, Lucy Foley, Elly Griffiths,
Jean Kwok, Ruth Ware and Val McDermid and, among other places, they take Jane
to Manhattan, on a cruise to the Far East, to California and to Oxford – and back
in time for a second murder at the vicarage.
The Paris Bookseller by Kerri Maher
Novelised true story,
read for bookgroup. The description line ‘A sweeping story of love, friendship
and betrayal in bohemian 1920s Paris’ is a lot of keywords but misses the most
important element of the book – the establishment, by American Sylvia Beach, of
the English-language bookshop, Shakespeare & Co, which became known across
the world. Its reincarnation in a different street under different ownership
exists to this day.
At the time there were
many Americans in Paris, getting away from Prohibition amongst other crackdowns
on enjoyment … There was censorship elsewhere too which is why Sylvia Beach
came to be the publisher of the first edition of James Joyce’s Ulysses (and what a nightmare of an
author he was).
A Tidy Ending by Joanna Cannon
I was keen to read this
having enjoyed her The Trouble with Goats
and Sheep and Three Things About
Elsie. It didn’t disappoint but I still prefer Elsie.
Linda is an unreliable
narrator of what is happening around her when people start to go missing and
she has her own secret to hide too.
The Book
Lovers by Victoria Connelly
I enjoyed this (very)
short and sweet romance between author Callie and bookshop owner Sam (and a
dalliance with Leo along the way). Callie’s new home in Suffolk, Owl Cottage,
sounds enchanting and with books and bookshops being a big feature of the
series (this is the first title), what’s not to like? Well, I have a couple of
gripes – the shortness meant the storyline felt rushed and it was a bit
annoying the number of times the men Callie encountered ran/raked their fingers
through their hair. Other expressions of puzzlement are available.
A House
in Sicily by Daphne Phelps
Daphne Phelps inherited
a house in the shadow of Mount Etna in 1947. At 34, she had led a very interesting
life but, war-weary from working as psychiatric social worker, she decided,
despite the many difficulties, that she would live there.
To make ends meet she
took in paying guests – not any old tourists but writers such as Roald Dahl
(horrible), Tennessee Williams (fun), Bertrand Russell (with whom she might
have had an affair) and an endearingly eccentric American artist I’d never
heard of called Henry Faulkner. I wouldn’t want him and his pet goat as house
guests but I enjoyed reading about him.
Her writing is terrific,
telling the reader not only about her visitors but also about her Sicilian
staff and neighbours including the local mafia leader.