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My Holiday Reading

Last night I was all prepared to take photos of the books that I was taking with me on holiday when I realised that half of them were still at work. Ok, I thought, that’s fine, I’ll do it tomorrow evening. This would have worked if I’d remembered to do it before I packed them all. It’s been one of those week. Anyway, I’ve used the images from the publishers’ websites – all you’re really losing out on is the sight of my wooden floor and I think you’ll all cope without!

I’ve been a little lax with reviews recently so I’m taking four review copies with me to France and will definitely review all of them by the end of September (I actually have deadlines for two of them, which helps.) And so, behold the lovely books coming with me:

Publisher: Picador

ISBN: 978-1447212058

Publication date: 2nd August 2012 (hardback)

Summer seemed to arrive at that moment, with its mysterious mixture of salt, cold flesh and fuel. 

Nick and her cousin, Helena, have grown up sharing sultry summers at Tiger House, the glorious old family estate on the island of Martha’s Vineyard. As World War II ends they are on the cusp of adulthood, the world seeming to offer itself up to them. Helena is leaving for Hollywood and a new marriage, while Nick is to be reunited with her young husband Hughes, due to return from London and the war. Everything is about to change.

Neither quite finds the life she had imagined, and as the years pass, the trips to Tiger House take on a new complexity. Then, on the brink of the 1960s, Nick’s daughter Daisy and Helena’s son Ed make a sinister discovery. It plunges the island’s bright heat into private shadow and sends a depth-charge to the heart of the family.

Magnificently told from five perspectives, Tigers in Red Weatheris an unforgettable debut: a simmering novel of passion, betrayal and secret violence beneath a polished and fragile facade.

Publisher: Pan Macmillan

ISBN: 978-0330544252

Publication date: 30th August 2012 (paperback)

York , 1577: Hawise Aske smiles at a stranger in the market, and sets in train a story of obsession and sibling jealousy, of love and hate and warped desire. Drowned as a witch, Hawise pays a high price for that smile, but for a girl like her in Elizabethan York, there is nowhere to go and nowhere to hide.

Four and a half centuries later, Grace Trewe, who has travelled the world, is trying to outrun the memories of being caught up in the Boxing Day tsunami. Her stay in York is meant to be a brief one.

But in York Grace discovers that time can twist and turn in ways she never imagined. Drawn inexorably into Hawise’s life, Grace finds that this time she cannot move on. Will she too be engulfed in the power of the past?

Publisher: Tinder Press

ISBN: 978-0755394364

Publication date: 28th March 2013 (hardback)

In the wake of a suspicious fire, Amaranth gathers her children and flees from the blazing Mormon compound where her children were born and raised. Now she is on the run with no one but her barely-teenage daughters, Amity and Sorrow, neither of whom have ever seen the outside world, to help her. After four days of driving without sleep, Amaranth crashes the car, leaving the family stranded at a gas station, unsure of what to do next. Rescue comes in the unlikely form of a downtrodden farmer, a man who offers sanctuary when the women need it most.
AMITY & SORROW is the story of these remarkable women, their lives before and leading up to the night they fled, and their heartbreaking, hopeful future. Over the course of a season Amaranth will test the limits of her faith, and her daughters will test the limits of her patience. While Amity blossoms in this new world, free from her father’s forbidding rules and ecstatic worship, Sorrow will move heaven and earth trying to get back home…And, meanwhile, the outside world hasn’t forgotten about the fire on the compound.

Publisher: Doubleday

ISBN: 978-0857521194

Publication date: 8th November 2012 (hardback)

A second short story collection from Joanne Harris, author of Chocolat and Peaches for Monsieur le Cure. ‘Stories are like Russian dolls; open them up, and in each one you’ll find another story.’
Conjured from a wickedly imaginative pen, here is a new collection of short stories that showcases Joanne Harris’s exceptional storytelling art. Sensuous, wicked, mischievous, uproarious and wry, here are tales that combine the everyday with the unexpected; wild fantasy with bittersweet reality.   From the house where it is Christmas all year round, to a ghost who lives on a Twitter timeline; from the Congo where a young girl braves the raging rapids to earn a crust of bread, to Norse gods battling for survival in Manhattan; and a newborn baby created with sugar, spice and lashings of cake, these stories will ensnare and delight you with their variety and inventiveness.

Three bookshops and a bookfair later…

I do like living in Newcastle but, due to the ridiculous amounts of rain recently, I’m beginning to get a little bored of going to the same cafes etc. all the time, and staying inside makes me a little stir crazy. With this in mind, Mr Mouse persuaded me that 2 hours on a bus would be a good idea and dragged me off to Alnwick on Saturday, for a day of book shopping. One book fair, two second-hand bookshops and an indie later, we crawled back onto the bus home clutching bags of books. I was quite impressed at how restrained I was really…

I was really happy with what I found, especially with The Song of Achilles, as I’ve been arguing with my copy of the net galley of it for weeks. I’ll be reviewing some of these once I’ve read them, but here’s a bit about them from the blurbs:

Catch Your Death

A terrifying enigma – with the power to destroy…

Twenty years ago, Kate Maddox was a volunteer at a research centre where scientists hunted for a cure for the common cold virus. That summer, Kate fell in love with a handsome young doctor, Stephen, but her stay ended in his tragic death and Kate fled to a new life in the US.

Now Kate is back in England and on the run with her young son, this time from her vile husband. But a chance encounter sets her on a terrifying path of discovery. What really happened at the Cold Research Unit two decades ago?

Pursued by both her estranged husband and a psychotic killer who is obsessed with his prey, Kate must fight to solve the puzzle of the past – uncovering a sickening betrayal and a truth more horrifying than she could ever have imagined…

Heft

Former academic Arthur Opp weighs 550 pounds and hasn’t left his rambling Brooklyn home in a decade. Twenty milesaway, in Yonkers, seventeen-year-old Kel Keller navigates life as the poor kid in a rich school and pins his hopes on what seems like a promising sporting career-if he can untangle himself from his family drama. The link between this unlikely pair is Kel’s mother, Charlene, a former student of Arthur’s. After nearly two decades of silence, it is Charlene’s unexpected phone call to Arthur – a plea for help-that jostles them into action.

Through Arthur and Kel’s own quirky and lovable voices, HEFT tells the winning story of two improbable heroes whose sudden connection transforms both their lives. It is a novel about love and family found in the most unexpected places.

The Return of Captain John Emmett

1920. The Great War has been over for two years, and it has left a very different world from the Edwardian certainties of 1914. Following the death of his wife and baby and his experiences on the Western Front, Laurence Bartram has become something of a recluse. Yet death and the aftermath of the conflict continue to cast a pall over peacetime England, and when a young woman he once knew persuades him to look into events that apparently led her brother, John Emmett, to kill himself, Laurence is forced to revisit the darkest parts of the war.

As Laurence unravels the connections between Captain Emmett’s suicide, a group of war poets, a bitter regimental feud and a hidden love affair, more disquieting deaths are exposed. Even at the moment Laurence begins to live again, it dawns on him that nothing is as it seems, and that even those closest to him have their secrets . . .

The Hidden Child

Crime writer Erica Falck is shocked to discover a Nazi medal among her late mother’s possessions. Haunted by a childhood of neglect, she resolves to dig deep into her family’s past and finally uncover the reasons why.

Her enquiries lead her to the home of a retired history teacher. He was among her mother’s circle of friends during the Second World War but her questions are met with bizarre and evasive answers. Two days later he meets a violent death. Detective Patrik Hedström, Erica’s husband, is on paternity leave but soon becomes embroiled in the murder investigation. Who would kill so ruthlessly to bury secrets so old?

Reluctantly Erica must read her mother’s wartime diaries. But within the pages is a painful revelation about Erica’s past. Could what little knowledge she has be enough to endanger her husband and newborn baby? The dark past is coming to light, and no one will escape the truth of how they came to be…

The Song of Achilles

Greece in the age of heroes. Patroclus, an awkward young prince, has been exiled to the court of King Peleus and his perfect son Achilles. Despite their differences, Achilles befriends the shamed prince, and as they grow into young men skilled in the arts of war and medicine, their bond blossoms into something deeper – despite the displeasure of Achilles’s mother Thetis, a cruel sea goddess. But when word comes that Helen of Sparta has been kidnapped, Achilles must go to war in distant Troy and fulfill his destiny. Torn between love and fear for his friend, Patroclus goes with him, little knowing that the years that follow will test everything they hold dear.

Witch Child

When Mary sees her grandmother accused of witchcraft and hanged for the crime, she is silently hurried to safety by an unknown woman. The woman gives her tools to keep the record of her days – paper and ink. Mary is taken to a boat in Plymouth and from there sails to the New World where she hopes to make a new life among the pilgrims. But old superstitions die hard and soon Mary finds that she, like her grandmother, is the victim of ignorance and stupidity, and once more she faces important choices to ensure her survival.


My Favourite Books of 2012, so far.

I can’t believe it’s almost July – how did that happen?  (Yes, I realise that it has a lot to do with time passing, so no pendantry please!) I’ve picked some of my favourite books of the year so far – 6 were published in 2012 (well, 5 really, but the paperback of Drowning Rose was in 2012 so I’m counting it) and 2 are rather older, but it was high time I discovered them. As always, I’ve been far better at reading than I have at writing, so only 4 of them currently have reviews, but the others will be coming soon.

Tell The Wolves I’m Home by Carol Rifka Brunt

I finished this during the week and I don’t think I’ve recovered yet. Set in mid-1980s America, when people with AIDS were vilified and feared, it’s the story of June and her friendship with her late uncle’s partner, Toby. Many novels are described as ‘beautifully written’, but this one really does have moments where the writing stops you in your tracks because it’s so gorgeous and heart-breaking. I’ll be writing a full review of this soon, but it had to have pride of place in my ‘novels of the year so far’ list.

The White Lie by Andrea Gillies

This was the first book that I reviewed for For Books’ Sake and I was so lucky to get it. An elegant and fascinating tale of family secrets set in the Highlands of Scotland, you can find my full review here.

Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel

There isn’t much I can say about Wolf Hall that hasn’t already been said, but I’m so annoyed with myself that I took so long to get around to reading it! I can’t wait for the library to have Bring Up The Bodies in stock.


Drowning Rose by Marika Cobbold

Another of my reviews for For Books’ Sake and another fabulous book. Cobbold has a real skill for characterisation and I loved the grown-up Eliza. See my full review here.

Tideline by Penny Hancock

A review copy sent to me Simon and Schuster, I had no idea what to expect from Tideline, but I was really pleasantly surprised when I couldn’t put it down. The proper review’s here.

The Various Haunts of Men by Susan Hill

I’ve been struggling with the review of this one for weeks now. I thought that it would be a well-written crime novel and wasn’t, in any way, prepared for the emotional impact that it would have. The first in the series of novels featuring Simon Serrailler, I would strongly recommend reading this before any of the others. I’ve told myself that I’m not allowed to read the third in the third in the series until I finish the review of this one, so it should get written very soon! (EDIT: the review’s here now)

Heart-Shaped Bruise by Tanya Byrne

This is a fabulous Y.A./crossover novel, both gritty and emotional. Told through diary entries, it is the story of Emily Koll, an inmate awaiting trial at the Archway Young Offenders’ Institute. Emily is mouthy, cynical and troubled but ultimately sympathetic. Read the full review here.

The Snow Child by Eowyn Ivey

I can’t believe that I haven’t reviewed this yet, I really thought I had. This will be remedied soon, as it’s a lovely book which is soon to be out in paperback. Reminiscent of icy fairy-tales, it’s the tale of a middle-aged couple who have moved to Alaska to find peace and the mysterious girl from the woods who befriends them. It is lyrical, sparse and as icy as the landscape. (EDIT: the review’s now here).

So there we go, my favourite books of the year so far. I know it’s cheating to include two books that weren’t published this year, but I just loved Wolf Hall and The Various Haunts of Men too much to leave them out. I hope that the rest of the year is as enjoyable as the first half has been!


Booky finds in Glasgow

Mr. Mouse and I went to Glasgow last weekend as a late Valentine’s treat, and we had a lovely time. It’s a really friendly city, with lovely shops, museums, galleries and restaurants. Rather disappointingly Mr. Mouse wouldn’t let me ask anyone to do a Taggart impression, and say ‘muhduh’ for me, but I suspect this was for the best…

We were trying to be good about how many books we bought, as our bookcases (all four of them) already have books stacked about three deep, but as ever, we came home with about fifteen. I was far better behaved, only buying five, and in my defence they’re all by authors that I love (apart from one which is just pretty).

From left to right: Hamlet, Revenge!  by Michael Innes, The New Poetry edited by A. Alvarez, and Coronor’s Pidgin by Margery Allingham.  (I also got Death of n Expert Witness  by P.D. James and A Great Deliverance by Elizabeth George, but they’re fairly ugly modern editions and didn’t warrant a photo!) I’m not usually a poetry fan, but this one was £1.95 worth of loveliness, and I never can resist a purdy Penguin.

My two favourite bookshops were the fabulous Biblocafe, which has three rooms of second-hand books, with a vegan cafe plonked in the middle. The coffee was good, and the owner, Lou, was brilliantly loud and friendly. Anyone who shares Mr. Mouse’s love for a certain brand of hideous 1970s sci-fi book-cover deserves a shout-out, I think.

The other great shop was completely different. Only five minutes walk from Biblocafe, on Otago Lane, Voltaire and Rousseau is a goldmine if you like rummaging. There’s barely any room to walk around and you have to be really careful not to be buried alive under a literary avalanche.

 This was taken as I crouched down and tried to extricate my Margery Allingham from the bottom of the huge pile of books. It was an amazing shop and we could have easily stayed in there for hours (especially as it was raining). They also have a cat, which adds approximately 300 bonus points to its fabulousness rating.

I’m sure that we’ll go back to Glasgow at some point, and we’ll definitely be visiting both of these little gems again, maybe with an empty suitcase…


Guest post over at Once Upon a Series

Just a quick post to say that I was featured on the blog, Once Upon a Series yesterday, where Chrissie let me pick my ten favourite literary series. I went for some childhood favourites, as well as a couple of crime picks and a YA series that I’m a bit fan-girly about. Nip over there and check it out, as well as all the other fabulous bloggers who have taken part in the same series!


2011 in books

My resolution last year was to be much more active on the blog, and to try to write at least one post a week. Well, I failed in that, due to various pressures at work and having to move house, but I did far better than previous years (35 posts vs. 1 post)! My resolution for 2012 is to get a weekly post, and then try to improve upon that. How hard can it possibly be…?

Anyway I thought that, since everyone else is doing it, I would become a sheep for the end of the year and sum up  my 3  favourite books of 2011. Two of the were published this year, and one is a novel which I have discovered belatedly (that’s probably cheating, but I don’t care. Them’s the rules).

First up is Delirium by Lauren Oliver. It’ll come as no surprise to regular readers that one of Oliver’s novels has made the list, as I’m becoming embarrassingly fan-girly, but she does write brilliantly. It was a tough choice between this one and Before I Fall, but this one won because I’m so excited about Pandemonium, the next installment of the story, due out in March. The date is marked in my work diary, and it might also be on pre-order. Ah, the joy of working in a bookshop! The story of growing up in a state where love is seen as a disease, Oliver has created a worryingly believable dystopian world, in which Lena and Alex fight back when they make the fatal error of falling in love, just days before Lena is due to undergo ‘the cure’. It’s brilliant, and the film rights have also been optioned by Fox, so fingers crossed for a worthy adaptation.

The Invisible Bridge is a bit of an epic read by the fabulous Julie Orringer. Long-listed for the Orange Prize 2011, it tells the story of Andras Levi, a Hungarian-Jewish architecture student who arrives in Paris is 1937 to study. It is obvious from even this much that it is not going to be an entirely happy and easy read, and indeed some of the novel is rather harrowing, as Andras, his family and Jewish friends are torn apart by World War II, specifically by the fact that he and his brother are drafted into the Hungarian army to fight for Hitler. Orringer makes the irony of this clear, but without being melodramatic, which is a welcome change to some books about the World Wars. The writing, especially about the multi-layered relationships throughout the novel, is excellent, and the ending is happy without being overly sentimental. Highly recommended.

I’m not quite sure why it took me so long to get to American Gods, as at least 3 people have been nagging me to read it for years, and it turns out that I should have listened to them sooner. It’s an immense feat of imagination, as we’ve come to expect from Neil Gaiman, and was over far too quickly, even at over 650 pages. The basic premise is that America is the battleground for the gods- the old gods that have been brought to America with its immigrants, and the new, the gods of the media and consumerism and so forth. These two groups do not live easily with one another, and eventually only one group can survive. Shadow, an ex-convict released a week early to attend the funeral of his wife, is recruited by a mysterious stranger on the plane back home. Mr. Wednesday wants him to become his assistant and is willing to pay generously. It soon transpires that Wednesday is a god himself, although it took me a shamefully long time to work out which one. I rocketed through the book, and only slowed down when it was reaching the end (and that was mainly because the words were blurred- crying on the Metro is so embarrassing.) I’m so glad that I finally listened to American Gods’ cheerleaders, and have definitely become one myself.

Three very different books, which is probably why I liked them in combination. Honourable mention should also go to The Hunger Games trilogy, which I loved; I Shall Wear Midnight by Terry Pratchett which, for some reason, I enjoyed much more than some of his adult books; Death Comes to Pemberley by P. D. James, which had some brilliant period detail, and was a lot of fun.

Now I’m off to drag Mr. Mouse off to the pub. Have a lovely New Year’s Eve!


One Book, Two Book, Three Book, Four… and Five…

This long weekend was meant to be three days of just me and the cat curled up, gorging on chocolate brownies (me, not the cat), reading lots, blogging and watching far too much bad t.v. That was the plan anyway. In actuality, I’ve spent a good 24 hours trying to frighten away a migraine (my first! Do I get a medal?) and so I only have the mental energy for one post. I shamelessly stole the idea from Simon over at Stuck in a Book, and might try and do one post like this every month or so. Thanks Simon! And so, without further ado:

1.) The book I’m currently reading:

  

I love Ann Cleeves’ writing; even though I only read my first of her novels a couple of months ago, she’s fast becoming my ‘modern’ crime writer of choice. Unusually for me, I don’t guess the murderer about 4 chapters in, the characterisation is spot-on and Cleeves has a wonderful talent for creating atmospheric tension. The Sleeping and the Dead isn’t part of any of the series, but a one-off novel, featuring detective Peter Porteous. I’ve only just started it, but so far, so good!

2.) The last book I finished:

I have really mixed feelings about How to be a Woman by Caitlin Moran. I really enjoy her columns in The Times, and her tweets frequently make me snort with laughter, so when I saw that she had written a book about feminism ‘from a bar-stool’, I was intrigued. I think that your reaction to it depends on your expectations. If you’re expecting a life-changing tome which will have the same effect on the feminist movement as The Female Eunuch, then you might be disappointed. If you’re looking for a very funny, very honest and occcasionally very moving autobiographical book about Moran’s search for a global politeness, then this might well be the book for your journey to work.

3.) The next book I want to read:

 

I can’t believe that I’ve never read American Gods by Neil Gaiman- it makes me feel a little bit of a failiure. Having followed the twitter feed from his talk at the Edinburgh Book Festival last night, thanks to Jen of Weird Things That Customers Say fame, I am going to rectify this as soon as I’ve finished my current book. Mr. Bibliomouse will be so proud.

4.) The last book I bought:

It’s Good Behaviour by Molly Keane, the edition that I wrote about earlier in the week. I’ve started reading it and it’s wonderful. And, once again, bunnies!

5.) The last book I was given:

 Tan is an illustrator whose books contain either very few, or no word at all. His work is surreal and beautiful, and I know that it’s enjoyed by both children and adults. Mr. Bibliomouse went to see a talk by him at Seven Stories, which is a fantastic children’s book centre in Newcastle, recently and bought me a copy of The Red Tree. He also had it signed by Tan, and it’s now one of my favourite possessions.  Inside every book that he signs, he stamps a little red fingerprint and makes it into a little doodle. Every book! I may have sqeee-d slightly when I was given it (just before I cried as I read it, for about the 5th time). The Red Tree  by Shaun Tan is one of the best books about depression that I’ve come across. This is odd on several levels, not least because it might not actually be about depression at all…

You must look up Tan’s work, especially this book and The Arrival , which has no words but it the most fabulous story.


And those are my five books for August!


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