Thursday, October 28, 2010

Something Else

Something else turned out to be several something elses, all of the fiction variety.  Firstly a paperback romance - picked up because who could resist a book called Goddess of the Hunt.  Depite the title, the book was pretty good - determined feisty heroine, honourable if emotionally crippled hero who is finally rescued by the love of the former - all you can possibly ask for in a romance and more, because Tessa Dare can really write.  Secondly, Barbara Vine's The Blood Doctor".  My mother has read every Barbara Vine/Ruth Rendell published in the last 20 years, so maybe thats why I haven't. I always enjoy books with a mystery from the past solved in tandem with a story from the present, but was struck by how solving the mystery always seem to rest on a wild coincidence,  randomly visiting a particular museum in this case.  The present day story - an hereditary peer living throught the last few months before the House of Lords is reformed - was particularly interesting, and balanced the mystery well.
Then, I turned to Teen Fiction in the form of Michael Grants Gone.  I read an interview in which he said teenage boys were his target audience,  not exactly me, but maybe I've just got the attention span of a teenager.  I liked this enough to add the sequel Hunger" to my to-be-read pile.
Just as my mother is responsible for me not reading Barbara Vine in the past, she's now responsible for me having read Marcia Willett's The Summer House, as it was one of the books lying around her home when I visited and had an unexpected half hour of time to myself.  What was I to do but read whatever was available?  A pleasant, light read, well written, but a bit too happy and idilic - everyone ends up content, and with a new puppy or kitten (honstly!) - for my tastes.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Damn those Booker Prize Judges

I like to live life with few ambitions - it means fewer dissapointments.  So it was quite out of character - not to say foolhardy -  for me to form and then announce an ambtion  read all the Booker shortlisted novels before the judges pronounced.  I didn't want to guess the verdict - I just wanted to form my own opinion, uninfluenced.

Within days, of my announcement, the judges made theirs - and I was only a few books in (February and Andrea Levy's The Long Song).  It slowed me right down, to the extent that it has taken me a full week to read  Paul Murray's Skippy Dies, and I'm now placing the rest of the shortlist on hold, and taking a break with something else.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake

I've just devoured Aimee BendersThe Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake.  At a young age, the protagonist discovers that she can "taste" the cook's emotions  in food, and promptly opts for a diet of processed, packaged food to avoid unpalatable secrets.  As she grows older she begins to suspect that she's not the only member of her family with an unusual talent, and that there are some secrets that her taste buds can't discern.  I'm now looking out for Aimee Benders previous books. Apparently she's written a short story about a librarian who has to have sex with every person who visits the library. Emotions in food, sex in the library - a wildly inventive writer!

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Honestly!

Honestly, I really would rather be reading than just about anything else, but sometimes life intrudes.  At the moment, life is interrupting my reading of Ian Mortimer's  The Greatest Traitor and Tracey Borman's Elizabeth's Women: The Hidden Story of the Virgin Queen.  Over the weekend, just to prove that I've got more than one string to my bow, I indulged in fiction:  Lisa Moore's February.  Why are so many great fiction writers Canadian?