It’s okay. Don’t panic. I’m still here. I just had two posts yesterday so thought I’d delay my weekly update by a day. It’s still the typically boring blend of my weekly doings, book buys and achieved reads, and as I’ve done nothing of note all week, you’ve not missed much believe me.
This week I managed to solve a mystery which has plagued me for a while. Because my cats, Luna and Rory are little terrors, I make a point of making sure that before I leave for work every morning I close my bedroom door tight. Rory is a horror and seemingly addicted to my hair bands, so if left alone with full access for even a minute, she will run off with them and start flicking them all around the living room. Every day I have left for work, certain I have closed the door and yet every day this past week I have come home to find it ajar. On Friday I found one hair band in the middle of the stairs and another in the cat water bowl.
What happened? Had I really not closed the door to each day? It’s not a hard door to close, one of the best catches in the whole house if I’m honest so I couldn’t understand it.
I now have my reason.
Saturday morning I was sat in my office. Rory was in her usual place on the bannister at the top of the stairs. Luna … well she was out of sight.
As well as being one of the best catches in the house, my bedroom also has one of the loosest handles. There I was typing away, preparing blog posts, when all of a sudden I can hear this kind of boinging sound. Like someone pinging a tight spring. I roll my chair back so that I have a better view of my bedroom door, keen to see just what it is that has suddenly fascinated Rory. Bloody Luna is jumping up and down, grabbing the door handle. She continues to do this for nigh on five minutes until she manages to not only pull the handle down but find enough momentum to actually nudge it open too. A couple of pushes with her paws and the gap is wide enough for the little rat(cat)bags to sneak through and into my bedroom.
You couldn’t make it up. At least I’m not actually going mad. Never thought I’d need to fit a lock to my bedroom door, just to keep the sodding cats out … And yes – this is the most exciting thing to happen to me all week. Sorry about that.
No book post this week but I did get given this lovely cross-stitch by my nice. She knows me so well lol.
Books I have read
A hilarious, dark and heart-warming drama about the elusivity of stardom, in an age when ‘making it’ was ‘having it all’ …
‘A real new talent on the Scottish literary scene’ Press and Journal
Welcome to the Heady Heights …
It’s the year punk rock was born, Concorde entered commercial service and a tiny Romanian gymnast changed the sport forever.
Archie Blunt is a man with big ideas. He just needs a break for them to be realised. In a bizarre brush with the light-entertainment business, Archie unwittingly saves the life of the UK’s top showbiz star, Hank ‘Heady’ Hendricks’, and now dreams of hitting the big-time as a Popular Music Impresario. Seizing the initiative, he creates a new singing group with five unruly working-class kids from Glasgow’s East End. Together, they make the finals of a televised Saturday-night talent show, and before they know it, fame and fortune beckon for Archie and The High Five. But there’s a complication; a trail of irate Glaswegian bookies, corrupt politicians and a determined Scottish WPC known as The Tank are all on his tail…
A hilarious and poignant nod to the elusivity of stardom, in an age when making it’ was ‘having it all’, Welcome to the Heady Heights is also a dark, laugh-out-loud comedy, a heart-warming tribute to a bygone age and a delicious drama about desperate men, connected by secrets and lies, by accidents of time and, most of all, the city they live in.
The first book I’ve read by this author but not the last. Funny, dark, and very topical despite a 1970’s setting, or perhaps because of it, this book made me chuckle as well as cringe as it explores the world of show business, politics and Glasgow street life. I’ll be reviewing a little later this week, but for now preorder or bag the ebook here.
BEFORE YOU READ THIS BOOK
I WANT YOU TO KNOW THREE THINGS:
1. The police are looking to charge me with murder.
2. No one knows who I am. Or how I did it.
3. If you think you’ve found me. I’m coming for you next.
After you’ve read this book, you’ll know: the truth is far more twisted…
I loved Thirteen – loved the complexities of it and loved Eddie Flynn. This stand alone novel is every bit as entertaining, complex and yes – Twisted – as Thirteen but with the added element that you never quite no what, or who, to believe. Just who is JT LeBeau? All we really know is that their real identity is one someone is willing to kill to protect … You can pre-order a copy of the book here.
IN A HOUSE OF LIES…
Everyone has something to hide
A missing private investigator is found, locked in a car hidden deep in the woods. Worse still – both for his family and the police – is that his body was in an area that had already been searched.
Everyone has secrets
Detective Inspector Siobhan Clarke is part of a new inquiry, combing through the mistakes of the original case. There were always suspicions over how the investigation was handled and now – after a decade without answers – it’s time for the truth.
Nobody is innocent
Every officer involved must be questioned, and it seems everyone on the case has something to hide, and everything to lose. But there is one man who knows where the trail may lead – and that it could be the end of him: John Rebus.
I do love a good Rebus thriller, and this is a very good Rebus thriller. Two investigations for the price of one here. Siobhan Clarke is on the trail of a murderer. Someone who killed a private investigator who has been missing for years, and left their body in the trunk of car. Rebus is trying to find the truth behind the murder of a young girl, a case which has become very personal for Siobhan. With the perfect blend of mystery, tension and humour, Rebus fans will love this. You can bag a copy here.
In 1942, Jewish courier Ester is betrayed, narrowly avoiding arrest by the Gestapo. In a great haste, she escapes to Sweden, saving herself. Her family in Oslo, however, is deported to Auschwitz. In Stockholm, Ester meets the resistance hero, Gerhard Falkum, who has left his little daughter and fled both the Germans and allegations that he murdered his wife, Åse, who helped Ester get to Sweden. Their burgeoning relationship ends abruptly when Falkum dies in a fire.
And yet, twenty-five years later, Falkum shows up in Oslo. He wants to reconnect with his daughter. But where has he been, and what is the real reason for his return? Ester stumbles across information that forces her to look closely at her past, and to revisit her war-time training to stay alive…
Written with Dahl’s trademark characterization and elegant plotting, The Courier sees the hugely respected godfather of Nordic Noir at his best, as he takes on one of the most horrific periods of modern history, in an exceptional, shocking thriller.
This is a stand alone thriller, set in war time and post wartime Norway and Sweden. It is a complex story that held my attention throughout, as much for the compelling portrayal of the impacts of war and the fates of Norwegian Jews as it is for the murder case which is embedded at its heart. Beautifully written, I’m delaying in writing the review as I’m not sure I can do it justice at all. You can order a copy of the book here though and judge for yourself.
The new novel in the million-copy selling Detective Geraldine Steel series
A man is killed in apparently random attack, and suspicion falls on a gang of muggers. Only Detective Sergeant Geraldine Steel thinks this is the work of a more deliberate murderer.
Two more victims are discovered, after further seemingly indiscriminate attacks. The muggers are tracked down, with tragic consequences. And all the while the killer remains at large. When Geraldine finally manages to track down a witness, she finds her own life is in danger…
Geraldine Steel is back in a very dark and complex case. From the very beginning you get that sense of foreboding, the knowledge that there is far more to the case than meets the eye because, as readers, we know far more than the police. I am really loving the Geraldine Steel series and although I was late to the party – hopelessly and not even fashionably so – the more books I read the more addicted I become. With brilliant characters, tense plot lines and a whole heap of jeopardy, fans will love this book. You can preorder here.
That’s it. I probably look far more productive than I actually was. I read three whole books and finished off two audio books that I’ve been listening to for a couple of weeks, so it’s not as impressive as you think. Still not bad though and it’s better than the past few weeks at least. Quieter on the blog this week – recap below:
The week ahead is a little busier. Tours planned in for Runaway by Claire MacLeary; Wildflower Park: Oopsy Daisy by Bella Osborne; Miranda by Stewart Giles; Welcome to the Heady Heights by David F. Ross and The Courier by Kjell Ola Dahl.
I’m away to try and read a few more books. Not expecting anything exciting to happen this week either but who know with my cats …
Have a fabulously bookish week all.