Book Review: The Black Path by Paul Burston (@PaulBurston; @AccentPress) #144Books #Bridgend

31329040The Official Book Blurb

A dark tale of love and lies, obsession and betrayal, The Black Path will appeal to fans of ‘domestic noir’ and anyone who’s ever wondered about the secrets people keep.

How well do you really know those closest to you? Helen has been holding out for a hero all her life. Her father was a hero – but he was murdered when she was ten. Her husband is a hero – but he’s thousands of miles away, fighting a war people say will never be won. Sometimes Helen wonders if Owen isn’t the only one living in a war zone. She feels the violence all around her. She reads about it in the papers. It feeds her dreams and fills her days with a sense of dread. Try as she might, she can’t escape the feeling that something terrible is about to happen. Then one night on the troubled streets of her home town, Helen is rescued from a fight by a woman who will change her life forever.

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Rewind, recap: Weekly roundup w/e 29/01/17

Another busy week for meetings this week – you can tell 2017 is well and truly underway. If you exclude my holidays and bank holidays, weekends etc, then 8.5% of my working year is officially over already. How crazy is that?

Well, I’m no less busy for the week ahead. A visit from a major new Public Sector customer tomorrow, then trips to Bridgend and Bracknell mid week and a meeting of the management team with my Director to close out the week and I’m going to be mighty glad of the weekend again. Do you find yourself doing that too? Wishing your life away?

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The Books of my Years: The Early Learning Years.

I saw something on Twitter the other day about a new release of an audio recording of Rosemary’s Baby. I loved that book as a teenager, still do in fact, the chills it could send through me as I read it, and it started me thinking. Firstly, about the fact I’d love to read it again, see if I still feel the same some twenty five plus years later, secondly, that it would be interesting to see exactly what books informed my youth and how they have influenced my reading in later years. If there was one thing we did have plenty of in my house, it was books, and we were always encouraged to read. And boy did I love it.

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Book Post: w/e 29/01/17

Just a little bit of post this week but when you get a publisher send you a DM on Twitter to ask if they can send you a book… well how can you possibly say no. And I have to admit I’ve seen this one popping up quite a bit on Twitter, watching with a not so small amount of book envy as my fellow bloggers flashed their wares as it were.

Well now I have one too and it’s very pretty. Thanks very much to Emily Kitchin from Hodder Fiction. I loved the little note that came with it. Dark & disturbing is right up my street. 🙂


#BlogTour: Review – ‘Rupture’ by Ragnar Jónasson (@ragnarjo; @OrendaBooks; @graskeggur)

It is my absolute pleasure to be one of today’s stops on the blog tour for Rupture, the lastest book in the Dark Iceland series by Ragnar Jónasson. Book four and every bit as enthralling, atmospheric and beautiful as I’ve come to expect and once more skilfully translated by Quentin Bates.

51gqzsgqavlSiglufjörður is in lock down, the entire town in quarantine after a wealthy French visitor brought more with him than just a private plane and a desire to visit the Herring Era museum. Having died from a highly contagious virus, the authorities are taking no chances and the entire place is like a ghost town. Ari Thór is one of the few people to remain out and about as he and his boss, Tómas assist in keeping the town afloat while shops and services can no longer run.

Bored by his isolation, he agrees to help one of the town’s residents, Hédinn, to look into an old case – the death of his Aunt Jórunn at a remote farmstead next to the fjord in Hédinsfjörður which sits across the mountains from Siglufjörður. Officially ruled an accident, Hédinn is not convinced, and after a comment made by his father shortly before he died, is certain there is more to learn of their time in the remote and wild location.

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