January books
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yourebrilliant! You are, you know! I hope that the present fairies have been suitably generous and the cake is astonishingly large! (And I am hoping you notice this in about eight hours, by which time it will be Feb 1 in Scotland, too!)
One of my plans for this year is to keep track of books read. A sensible person would have kept a record as she went. Please pass on my best wishes and admiration to all such people should you know any*! Instead, attempting to reconstruct from the Kindle and the pile beside my bed just waiting for a spot of shelving, I think it went something like this:
1. Rivers of London and 2. Moon over Soho by Ben Aaronovitch. It was a terrible mistake to reread these two over New Year, because his third book has been put back in the publication schedule and I CANNOT WAIT!!! I reviewed RoL here, and MoS improved on the reread as I originally found its slightly slower pacing a bit less thrilling than RoL on the first go through, but this time enjoyed all the complexity of the new characters and situations.
3. Hogfather by Terry Pratchett, which was another reread -- the holiday period is not for brain taxing! It's one of his most delightful books, while also being subtly terrifying -- a genius piece of balancing!
4. Appointment with Death and 5. Hallowe'en Party by Agatha Christie. Two Poirot novels, but in both of them women take centre stage and the detective lurks in the corners. Surprising points of connection between these two, with a real sense of landscape in each and the possibilities and dangers of love taking central roles. I'm always surprised at how modern many of her stories feel, probably because so much of crime drama is still so Christie-esque. A first-time read for all four Christies, but alas, I am coming to the end of my Christie project.
6. Elephants Can Remember and Five Little Pigs by Agatha Christie. Another two Poirot novels that also function as a pair. Here old mysteries are investigated, with children seeking to clear their parents of alleged murders. These two are more dated than the others, necessarily so as they relay stories which occurred years behind the time of the book's setting. But the twists were very satisfyingly twisty, and I only guessed one of the murderers!
7. Full Dark House by Christopher Fowler. Thwarted in my desire for more Ben Aaronovitch novels, I turned to Christopher Fowler, author of the very satisfyingly spooky Roofworld. Bryant and May are two octogenarian detectives who run the Peculiar Crimes Unit -- a police branch so filled with esoteric knowledge and ability that no one has been able to close it down nor make its two senior detectives retire. This first book in the series plays between the near-present day and the unit's formation during World War II and sets both up in loving detail. Like Rivers of London, it's a bit of a love letter to the city, though with a more nostalgic turn than the newer book. The second Bryant and May novel, which I am partway through, is like RoL's great uncle and follows the old rivers as part of a crime, too. More next month!
8. Persuasion by Jane Austen. Oh Anne! Oh Captain Wentworth! This is by far my favourite restrained novel (and I've read it many times) – everything is written with that slight detachment that makes the mockery of Sir Walter and Elizabeth more polite and Anne's ardent love, which she has accepted is now hopeless, so much more painful. Austen's political commentary is at the front of this novel, anyone who says that she is not a feminist solely because she looks for love for her heroines cannot have read this book clearly. Though I am always so happy that love does triumph here: you can really believe that Anne and Frederick will be happy at the end.
9. Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen. Another reread. This is such a bookish book, full of so many Gothic Novel jokes that the story itself is pushed a little to one side. Which is fine, it's a lovely tour through Regency Bath (and Bath always makes me happy, hello darlingtheodoraleft and thisgirl_is!) and there are many good jokes!
10. Mansfield Park by Jane Austen. I was not in the right mood to read this again. I want to bang all their heads together. ALL THEIR SILLY HEADS!!!
11. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. Ah, that's better! I had forgotten how much Darcy loves Elizabeth, and how early his love is shown to the reader. I was actually surprised at what a romantic figure Darcy was on this rereading -- previously I think I had been so engrossed with Elizabeth that I had underestimated him, but this time he seemed kinder and less of a nob. And Elizabeth's headbanging boredom was more obvious, too. I may have read P D James's Death Comes to Pemberley this year, too, though I suspect it was actually in December, so I am not counting it. It was up and down, more an entertaining fanfiction than a novel in its own right, but James was very confident that Elizabeth and Darcy would make a success of their relationship, and with my middle-aged-lady eyes in for this reading, I think she was quite right!
12. A Sky Full of Kindness by Rob Ryan. This was my birthday book from Mr B, and like all things Rob Ryan, it is a delight. I truly believe there is a place for charm and hope in the world, both of which are the underpinnings of Ryan's art . Here in beautiful papercut story he tells the tale of two small birds and an egg, and the mother bird's fears that she is not yet ready for the next part of her life. I have a dear friend who went into labour yesterday and will be sending her a copy of this book if she does not already have one, as it is pure joy. For myself, I now dream of a T-shirt that says 'She is obviously some kind of human penguin'.
I was going to finish with a short discussion on Kindle v book, but I started a new programme at my gym today (since I am poor, I am using my time in pursuing greater fitness so things aren't a total write-off. And I'd already paid the gym fees, so I may as well use them to their maximum benefit!) Alas, despite being able to ride a bike and walk quickly up steep hills until the cows come home, squats and tricep exercises have left me feeling as though I have spent three days riding a camel. Radox bath it is!
* I exaggerate for comedic effect,rumpleghost alone would give my online peer group a good reputation for organisation! Which means ... oh cock, I'm the entertainingly disorganised second cousin in this story, aren't I?
yourebrilliant! You are, you know! I hope that the present fairies have been suitably generous and the cake is astonishingly large! (And I am hoping you notice this in about eight hours, by which time it will be Feb 1 in Scotland, too!)One of my plans for this year is to keep track of books read. A sensible person would have kept a record as she went. Please pass on my best wishes and admiration to all such people should you know any*! Instead, attempting to reconstruct from the Kindle and the pile beside my bed just waiting for a spot of shelving, I think it went something like this:
1. Rivers of London and 2. Moon over Soho by Ben Aaronovitch. It was a terrible mistake to reread these two over New Year, because his third book has been put back in the publication schedule and I CANNOT WAIT!!! I reviewed RoL here, and MoS improved on the reread as I originally found its slightly slower pacing a bit less thrilling than RoL on the first go through, but this time enjoyed all the complexity of the new characters and situations.
3. Hogfather by Terry Pratchett, which was another reread -- the holiday period is not for brain taxing! It's one of his most delightful books, while also being subtly terrifying -- a genius piece of balancing!
4. Appointment with Death and 5. Hallowe'en Party by Agatha Christie. Two Poirot novels, but in both of them women take centre stage and the detective lurks in the corners. Surprising points of connection between these two, with a real sense of landscape in each and the possibilities and dangers of love taking central roles. I'm always surprised at how modern many of her stories feel, probably because so much of crime drama is still so Christie-esque. A first-time read for all four Christies, but alas, I am coming to the end of my Christie project.
6. Elephants Can Remember and Five Little Pigs by Agatha Christie. Another two Poirot novels that also function as a pair. Here old mysteries are investigated, with children seeking to clear their parents of alleged murders. These two are more dated than the others, necessarily so as they relay stories which occurred years behind the time of the book's setting. But the twists were very satisfyingly twisty, and I only guessed one of the murderers!
7. Full Dark House by Christopher Fowler. Thwarted in my desire for more Ben Aaronovitch novels, I turned to Christopher Fowler, author of the very satisfyingly spooky Roofworld. Bryant and May are two octogenarian detectives who run the Peculiar Crimes Unit -- a police branch so filled with esoteric knowledge and ability that no one has been able to close it down nor make its two senior detectives retire. This first book in the series plays between the near-present day and the unit's formation during World War II and sets both up in loving detail. Like Rivers of London, it's a bit of a love letter to the city, though with a more nostalgic turn than the newer book. The second Bryant and May novel, which I am partway through, is like RoL's great uncle and follows the old rivers as part of a crime, too. More next month!
8. Persuasion by Jane Austen. Oh Anne! Oh Captain Wentworth! This is by far my favourite restrained novel (and I've read it many times) – everything is written with that slight detachment that makes the mockery of Sir Walter and Elizabeth more polite and Anne's ardent love, which she has accepted is now hopeless, so much more painful. Austen's political commentary is at the front of this novel, anyone who says that she is not a feminist solely because she looks for love for her heroines cannot have read this book clearly. Though I am always so happy that love does triumph here: you can really believe that Anne and Frederick will be happy at the end.
9. Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen. Another reread. This is such a bookish book, full of so many Gothic Novel jokes that the story itself is pushed a little to one side. Which is fine, it's a lovely tour through Regency Bath (and Bath always makes me happy, hello darling
theodoraleft and thisgirl_is!) and there are many good jokes!10. Mansfield Park by Jane Austen. I was not in the right mood to read this again. I want to bang all their heads together. ALL THEIR SILLY HEADS!!!
11. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. Ah, that's better! I had forgotten how much Darcy loves Elizabeth, and how early his love is shown to the reader. I was actually surprised at what a romantic figure Darcy was on this rereading -- previously I think I had been so engrossed with Elizabeth that I had underestimated him, but this time he seemed kinder and less of a nob. And Elizabeth's headbanging boredom was more obvious, too. I may have read P D James's Death Comes to Pemberley this year, too, though I suspect it was actually in December, so I am not counting it. It was up and down, more an entertaining fanfiction than a novel in its own right, but James was very confident that Elizabeth and Darcy would make a success of their relationship, and with my middle-aged-lady eyes in for this reading, I think she was quite right!
12. A Sky Full of Kindness by Rob Ryan. This was my birthday book from Mr B, and like all things Rob Ryan, it is a delight. I truly believe there is a place for charm and hope in the world, both of which are the underpinnings of Ryan's art . Here in beautiful papercut story he tells the tale of two small birds and an egg, and the mother bird's fears that she is not yet ready for the next part of her life. I have a dear friend who went into labour yesterday and will be sending her a copy of this book if she does not already have one, as it is pure joy. For myself, I now dream of a T-shirt that says 'She is obviously some kind of human penguin'.
I was going to finish with a short discussion on Kindle v book, but I started a new programme at my gym today (since I am poor, I am using my time in pursuing greater fitness so things aren't a total write-off. And I'd already paid the gym fees, so I may as well use them to their maximum benefit!) Alas, despite being able to ride a bike and walk quickly up steep hills until the cows come home, squats and tricep exercises have left me feeling as though I have spent three days riding a camel. Radox bath it is!
* I exaggerate for comedic effect,
rumpleghost alone would give my online peer group a good reputation for organisation! Which means ... oh cock, I'm the entertainingly disorganised second cousin in this story, aren't I?
