“You decide for yourself when it will hurt” – Per Petterson’s ‘Out Stealing Horses’ #AW80BOOKS

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I can’t remember whose review it was that initially prompted me to buy Per Petterson’s Out Stealing Horses (2003), but along with the many other rave-review inspired, late night, impulse purchases, it has sat… Continue reading

My Desert Island Book

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I’ve been finding it hard to read. The news of impending redundancy has made me a jittery, C.V-redrafting, cake-seeking missile of worry. Full panic has yet to take over as I have lots… Continue reading

In bed with Josephine Tey

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As one of my jobs involves working night shifts, I’ve become accustomed to sleeping in the daytime. Working nights is not ideal long term, but I do still get a bit of a… Continue reading

View over the top of my book #27

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My husband is about to start the final placement of his Social Work degree – hooray! The end is in sight, but for the next six months he won’t really be able to… Continue reading

The Icelandic Queen of Gruesome: Yrsa Sigurdardottir’s ‘My Soul to Take’

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I do love an icy crime thriller, but I must admit I nearly didn’t make it past the prologue of Yrsa Sigurdardóttir’s My Soul to Take. Reading about the horrific details of a crime can be hard… Continue reading

Skim-skimanny, skim-skimanny, skim-skim, skeree…

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I enjoyed The Hog’s Back Mystery, but only becasue I read about 60% of it. If I had read every word, this would be a different review. So, it only seems right that… Continue reading

“There is a Light and it never goes out”: ‘White Out’ by Ragnar Jonasson.

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Thus far, the stack of snowy reading and cosy ‘whodunnits’ that’s been keeping me company through these long Winter evenings has been top drawer. What with solving Icelandic crimes with Ragnar Jónasson and… Continue reading

Is it possible to be addicted to nostalgia?

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A little before Christmas I remembered The Box of Delights. I’d only known it as a TV show, on air in 1984 (when I was eight, so I remember the special effects as… Continue reading

Festive fun, Sparta, and proof, if it were needed, that felt-booted lute players are the devil’s minstrels.

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A belated Happy New Year to one and all! Christmas is now but a distant memory, yet I’m reluctant to cease the treats and have turned the crisps, wine and mince pie-related revelry… Continue reading

In The Bleak, Pointless, January

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Happy new year! Happy new books! Happy frugal January living! Happy windscreen scraping! Happy thinking about a diet or face being cut in half by jeans waistband when sitting down! (That last one… Continue reading